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ANZAC COMMEMORATION 

1921 



A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE MOVEMENT 



Sermons and Addresses 

DELIVERED j % 

THROUGHOUT QUEENSLAND 



The Immortal Story of the Landing 

(ILLUSTRATED) 

' ' They shall not grow old, as we who are left grow old : 
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. 
At the going down of the sun, -and in the morning, 
We will remember them. " — Bin yon. 



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with the approval of 

THE ANZAC DAY COMMEMORATION COMMITTEE 
OF QUEENSLAND 



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ANZAC COMMEMORATION 

1921 



A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE MOVEMENT 



SERMONS AND ADDRESSES 



DELIVERED 
THROUGHOUT QUE 




The Immortal Story of the Landing 

(ILLUSTRATED) 



' ' They shall not grow old, as we who are left grow old . 
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. 
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, 
We will remember them. " — Bin yon. 



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COMPILED BY H. J. DIDDAMS 

with the approval of 

THE ANZAC DAY COMMEMORATION COMMITTEE 
OF QUEENSLAND 



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FOREWORD 



HE founders of Anzac Day were none other than the 



on the 25th April, 1915, and thereafter till the evacuation 
took place in December of the same year. To their glorious 
company belong also all who fought in France, Egypt, 
Palestine, Mesopotamia, and elsewhere during the Great 
W ar. These young stalwarts from the Southern Seas made 
their heroic entry into the full fury of modern warfare with 
light and courageous hearts. Never was onset more perilous 
or more glorious than that famous landing upon the grim 
bastions of the Dardanelles. Veterans might well have 
hesitated before making such a mad joust with fortune. 
But the sheer verve of these eager and disciplined lads carried 
them into the vitals of the enemy position upon the entrenched 
crags and plateaux of the greatest natural fortification in 
the world. 

They made Australia's red-letter day for all time. Red 
with their blood is our new charter of national life and 
of liberty, the expression of sacrifice which alone can make 
us a nation worthy of the noblest Commonwealth of Nations. 
British to the core, they lived and fought and died. From 
the most ancient seas of heroic history, as became their breed, 
they sprang in prowess upon a hostile shore. As 
Minerva issued fully armed from the brain of mighty Jove, 
so did these warriors issue in their early prime from the 
great heart of Father Neptune. Far-called, the sons of 
Britain " arose from out the azure main," and, — no less than 




gallant boys who landed on the Peninsula of Gallipoli 



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their Mother, — " at Heaven's command," took terrific shape 
before the astounded foes of the Empire. No less wonderful 
than their charge was their defence. The long battle-siege 
was a supreme test of their endurance, and right nobly did 
they show their grit from start to finish. In the annals of 
freedom and sacrifice they won for themselves and their 
country a deathless name. As the Poet Laureate limns 
them — 

" Stern in onset and defence, 
Terrible in their confidence " 

they proved themselves worthy of their sires and mothers, 
their country, and their King. Their country has yet to 
prove herself worthy of them. Australia, remember your 
sons, your liberators, your hostages to Destiny ! 

This collection of addresses delivered on Anzac Day 

in commemoration of the heroic deeds of Australia' s sons 

in the war, and especially of the brave men who return not 

for their earthly laurels, will be welcomed by our people as 

a useful memorial which preserves on the printed page the 

word of gratitude and the tribute of glory. The aim of the 

publisher is to preserve by his craft what else would be lost 

and forgotten. In Wordsworth' s phrase we may say of the 

publisher — and of each panegyrist of Anzac Day — in aim 

and intention, at least — 

" Thou, with ambition modest yet stiblime, 
Here, for the sight of mortal rhen, hast given 
To one brief moment caught from fleeting time 
The appropriate calm of blest eternity." 

The reader will forget the local colour in the theme of 
Australia's most sacred Anniversary (and may it ever be 
kept sacred !) He will think of those comrades whose souls 
in their wondrous youth dwell ever in God's sight, who laid 
down their lives for their friends. 



CONTENTS 



Page, 

Foreword . . . . . . . . • • • • 3 

Anzac Day Celebration — Story of Movement . . 7 

Immortal Story of Landing . . . . . . . . *3 

Australia's Great Day — Anzac.. .. .. 25 

Governor's Speech . . . . . . . . . . 29 

Donaldson, Most Rev. Dr 33 

Garland, Rev. Canon . . . . . . . . . . 37 

Barry, Rev. Father E. S. . . . . . . . . 43 

Merrington, Rev. Dr. E. N 51 

Burton, Rev. J. W 55 

Wingfield, Rev. W. H 61 

Massey, Rev. C. H 64 

Maxwell, Rev. A. . . . . . . . . . . 67 

Smith, Rev. C. E. 69 

Glazier, Rev. Henry . . . . . . . . . . 71 

Lynch, Rev. Father P. . . . . . . . . 73 

Sweeney, Rev. Father . . . . . . . . 79 

Harvey, Rev. T. . . . . . . . . . . 83 

Johnston, Rev. Wm. . . . . . . . . . . 85 

Stewart, Rev. Dr. R 88 

Harris, Rev. F. J. . . . . . . . . . . 91 

Prowse, Rev. J. . . . . . . . . . . 96 

Weller, Senior Chaplain A. G. . . . . . . 100 



CONTENTS — continued 



Page 

Crick, Right Rev. Dr. . . . . . . . . . . 102 

McKenzie, Chaplain-Colonel . . . . . . . . 106 

Harvey, Chaplain-Captain . . . . . . . . 108 

Rofe, Rev. A. B. . . .. .. .. .. .. in 

Walker, Rev. B. P. .. .. 114 

Sinclair, Rev. J. A. . . . . . . . . . . 116 



POETRY. 



From Mudros Bay . . . . . . . . . . 24 

Anzac Day . . . . . . . . . . . . 32 

Anzac Crosses . . . . . . . . . . . . 42 

An Australian Hymn . . . . . . . . . . 50 

The Supreme Sacrifice . . . . . . . . . . 60 

The Old Guard . . . . . . . . . . . . 63 

Peace after Strife . . . . . . . . . . 84 

Gallipoli . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95 

Requiescat in Pace . . . . . . . . . . 99 

Comrade Greetings . . . . . . . . . . 101 



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THE CELEBRATION OF ANZAC DAY 



A Short History of the great movement in Queensland. 

QUEENSLAND has taken the lead in the celebration of 
this day, on which Australia, by the valour of her 
sons, became entitled through an ordeal of blood, fire, and 
suffering to take her place among the great nations of the 
world, and to stand on equal terms with those peoples, both 
past and present, who have given of their best that humanity 
might benefit. From the first inception of the celebration 
the keynote was the solemn remembrance before Almighty 
God of the heroic dead. In addition, the public were urged 
never to forget the great debt they owed to those who have 
lost their dear ones, and to those sailors and soldiers who 
have returned after deeds of unsurpassed courage and daring 
on every field in which the Empire and her Allies fought 
for the rights of a free people. 

That the day should be suitably commemorated was 
suggested by Mr. T. A. Ryan to Colonel the Hon. A. J. 
Thynne, Chairman of the State Recruiting Committee, which 
body then took the matter up, with the result that a meet- 
ing, called by the Mayor (Alderman G. Down), was held in 
the Brisbane Exhibition Hall on January 12th, 1916, and 
the citizens then assembled constituted the Anzac Day 
Commemoration Committee. There were present, among 
many others, His Excellency the Governor (Sir Hamilton 
Goold- Adams), the Hon. T. J. Ryan (State Premier) ; Major- 
General J. W. M'Cay (Inspector-General of the Common- 
wealth Forces) ; the Hon. J. Tolmie (Leader of the Parlia- 
mentary Opposition) ; Archbishop Duhig ; Chaplain-Colonel 
D. J. Garland ; the Hon. J. M. Hunter (Minister for Lands) ; 
the State Commandant (Colonel G. L. Lee) ; Colonel the 
Hon. A. J. Thynne ; and Lieut.-Colonel W. D. Rankin. 

Of the resolutions passed at this foundation meeting the 
first, proposed by His Excellency the Governor, and seconded 
by the Hon. T. J. Ryan, was :— " That the heroic conduct 



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of our gallant Queensland troops during the present war, 
and especially on that ever-memorable occasion of the land- 
ing at Gallipoli on April 25 th last, has earned for them 
undying fame, and deserves the fullest recognition by the 
people of this country, whose rights and liberties they have 
been bravely defending." 

The second, proposed by Major-General M'Cay, and 
seconded by Mr. Tolmie, was : — " That, in the opinion of 
this meeting, it is desirable that the first anniversary of the 
landing at Gallipoli shall be suitably celebrated in this 
State, and that the other States of Australia be invited 
to consider similar action." 

The third, proposed by Chaplain-Colonel Garland, and 
seconded by Colonel Rankin, was : — " That a committee be 
appointed to make all the necessary arrangements for and 
carry out the celebration of Anzac Day, such committee to 
consist of the Mayors of Brisbane and South Brisbane, the 
Premier, the Leader of the Opposition, the Chairman and 
Honorary Secretaries of the Queensland Recruiting Com- 
mittee, and Alderman H. J. Diddams, C.M.G., representing 
the Patriotic Fund Committee, with power to add to their 
number." 

These resolutions were carried by the meeting with the 
utmost enthusiasm. 

The first meeting of the Committee was held in the 
Premier's office — where all subsequent meetings have been 
held — on February 3rd, 1916, the Premier (the Hon. T. J. 
Ryan) occupying the chair. It was decided to communicate 
with the other States in terms of the resolution from the 
Exhibition meeting and request co-operation on behalf of 
the State of Queensland. Canon Garland was appointed 
Honorary Secretary, and was requested to draw up sugges- 
tions for the observance. 

At the next meeting the original Committee was 
enlarged by the inclusion of the heads of all religious denomi- 
nations, the senior Military Chaplains, six Members of 
Parliament — three to be nominated by the Premier and three 
by the Leader of the Opposition — the Chancellor and Vice- 
Chancellor of the University, the Under Secretary for Public 
Instruction, the Presidents of the National Societies, St. 



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George, the Caledonians, the Irish, the Overseas Club, and 
the Australian Natives' Association, also the Military and 
Naval Commandants. With a few additions, such as repre- 
sentatives of the Returned Sailors' and Soldiers' organisa- 
tions, the Fathers' Association, the Chamber of Commerce, 
and the Employers' Federation, the representative character 
of the Committee has remained unchanged, and it can be 
regarded as a strong endorsement of the form of celebration 
that this Committee have met regularly and carried out the 
observances so successfully for five years, maintaining the 
character of the initial meetings. 

At the third meeting, held on February 18th, Canon 
Garland submitted the proposed form of celebration, which 
was adopted, and which has remained practically unchanged, 
this being a striking tribute to the originator, who had so 
truly gauged the desires of Queenslanders regarding the 
celebration. The Canon's suggestions included the minute's 
reverent silence, which has become a feature not only of 
this observance but also throughout the Empire, a tribute 
of homage to the glorious dead. The celebrations in West- 
minster Abbey and elsewhere in London in 1916 were due 
to representations made by this Committee. The resolutions 
to be submitted at the various evening meetings were also 
adopted. With the changing of events these have of course 
been somewhat varied, but they still express the resolutions 
which were passed by the first meeting at the Exhibition. 

It was decided by the Committee that no collection 
should be made on Anzac Day, but that badges to com- 
memorate the celebration should be worn ; the badge was 
designed to perpetuate in symbolism the heroism of the 
Anzacs. Anzac Day falling on St. Mark's Day, the winged 
lion of St. Mark was chosen as symbolic of super-human 
strength ; the Queensland crest — a cross upon which a 
crown is imposed, surrounded by laurel leaves — was added as 
in itself also appropriate. The motto " Audax at Fidelis " 
(" Brave yet faithful "), Queensland's motto, was adopted 
as most suitable. The badge is still being sold, and is a 
replica of that used on the first celebration. Despite the 
decision to make no profit, it was found that citizens were 
insistent on paying more than the cost of the badges ; the 



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proceeds of the first celebration were intended to defray the 
cost of the care of the graves in Gallipoli, a purpose which, 
by the action of the Graves Commission, has been rendered 
unnecessary ; other proceeds have been utilised for the care 
of Queensland graves, except when the day's takings were 
given to the Returned Sailors' and Soldiers' Imperial League, 
who were collecting for the building of memorial halls ; and 
this year the proceeds were handed to the National Anzac 
Memorial Fund, an object which realises the ideals of the 
Committee. 

The first celebration was marked by the receipt of a 
message from His Majesty the King, at the expense of the 
late Sir Hamilton Goold-Adams, which message was engraved 
on marble and erected in the Executive Buildings. 

The programme of the celebration gives ample 
opportunity for everyone, irrespective of creed or politics, 
to take part in the observance. Requiem or memorial 
services are held in the early morning by the Church of 
England and Roman Catholic Churches, and later in the 
day by every denomination throughout the whole State. 
The evening meetings, which are of an essentially solemn 
nature, give an opportunity for people of all denominations 
to gather together and pay in a solemn manner their tribute 
to the dead, while renewing their promise to support and 
show sympathy to the living. This year arrangements were 
made for the placing of flowers on the graves of soldiers and 
the holding of a short service in the cemeteries, an innova- 
tion which was remarkably successful and detracted in no 
way from the attendance at services in the churches. In 
future it will be made a part of the programme for the 
celebration. From information received by the Committee 
it would seem that there is no week day in the year on 
which the churches of all denominations are so well attended 
as on Anzac Day. 

The Committee's attitude on the proclaiming of a public 
holiday on April 25th has been found by experience to be 
correct, as it was felt that to allow an unrestricted holiday 
would cause a day which should be observed most solemnly 
to become one of amusement and sport. The arrangements 
have been that all returned soldiers have been allowed the 



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day off by both Federal and State Governments. Private 
employers have been equally considerate, their employees 
being given permission to attend the church service, and 
business houses and licensed premises have been closed 
during these morning services. The Committee support a 
public holiday on the lines recently introduced in New 
Zealand, where by legislation race meetings and sports 
gatherings are prohibited, and licensed premises are closed 
on Anzac Day. The question will be brought before the 
next Premiers' conference, and as the Imperial League and 
many other large organisations share the Committee's views, 
there is no doubt these views will receive the greatest 
consideration. 

Notable in the history of the movement is the request 
with reference to Anzac Square, embodied in the following 
resolution, passed at the meeting held on June 30, 1916 : — 
" That this Committee take practical steps to have the pro- 
posed Square in front of the railway station called " Anzac 
Square," and to have a place reserved thereon for an Anzac 
monument ; that the Federal Government be asked to 
make the above a condition of the gift ; that the Hon. H. F. 
Hardacre, the Mayor of Brisbane, and Mr. W. F. Finlayson, 
M.H.R., be written to accordingly." Now, after nearly five 
years, the efforts of Queensland citizens through their repre- 
sentatives appear to be on the eve of success, and the 
formation of an Anzac Square with a Cenotaph erected in 
the centre will be a national memorial not unworthy of 
those who died that their fellow-citizens of this great Empire 
should live in freedom. 

On numerous occasions the Committee have asked the 
Commonwealth Government to give a definite undertaking 
that the graves of deceased soldiers will be properly cared 
for. Those which urgently required attention have been 
looked after by the Committee, but it is not possible for them 
to assume so great a responsibility as the care of all Queens- 
land soldiers' graves, especially as the duty rightly belongs 
to the Commonwealth Government. Our representations 
promise to be successful, and the Defence Department is 
collecting the necessary information. 



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The success of the Committee's effort has been materially 
assisted by the loyal co-operation of the people of Queens- 
land as a whole, and especially by the action of the churches 
in providing a religious atmosphere and maintaining a spirit 
of solemnity. In the opinion of the Committee this is the 
only manner in which the memory of those who died for us 
can be commemorated worthily. The Federal and State 
Governments, in allowing returned soldiers and other 
employees the necessary time off, made it possible for them 
to attend the celebrations. 

Recognition is due to the State Government, which has 
not only assisted by providing all necessary printing, but 
through the Department of Public Instruction makes Anzac 
Day a day of solemn celebration throughout the schools, 
the articles in the School Paper proving of great help. 
Recognition is also due to the Railway Department, which 
has granted concession tickets and has helped in many other 
ways. Thanks are also due to the employers, traders, and 
licensed victuallers, who have given their employees con- 
cessions similar to those of the Government, closing their 
premises during the hours of service ; to the Returned 
Sailors' and Soldiers' Imperial League, which has joined 
heartily with the Committee ; to the Press, both metro- 
politan and country, which has done yeoman service ; to 
the local authorities and their representatives ; to those in 
every district in the State who have so loyally supported 
the celebration of Anzac Day in its original form, a form 
which it is sincerely hoped will remain unchanged, and will 
become uniform and permanent throughout the Common- 
wealth. 



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THE IMMORTAL STORY OF 
THE LANDING 



War Birth of Australia— The Glorious 25th April, 1915 

THIS faithful, and perhaps the best account of the for 
ever famous landing of the Australians at Anzac 
Cove, on Gallipoli Peninsula, on 25th April, 1915, is by 
Mr. John Masefield, the English sailor, poet, and war 
correspondent, as he recorded it in his book " Gallipoli," 
pages 33 and following : — 

The Embarkation. 

On Friday, the 23rd of April, the weather cleared so 
that the work could be begun. In fine weather in Mudros 
a haze of beauty comes upon the hills and water till their 
loveliness is unearthly, it is so rare. Then the bay is like 
a blue jewel, and the hills lose their savagery, and glow, and 
are gentle, and the sun comes up from Troy, and the peaks 
of Samothrace change colour, and all the marvellous ships 
in the harbour are transfigured. The land of Lemnos was 
beautiful with flowers at that season, in the brief iEgean 
spring, and to seawards always, in the bay, were the ships, 
more ships, perhaps, than any port of modern times has 
known ; they seemed like half the ships of the world. 

In this crowd of shipping strange beautiful Greek 
vessels passed, under rigs of old time, with sheep and goats 
and fish for sale, and the tugs of the Thames and Mersey met 
again the ships they had towed of old, bearing a new freight 
of human courage. The transports (all painted black) lay in 
tiers, well within the harbour, the men-of-war nearer Mudros 
and the entrance. Now in all that city of ships, so busy 
with passing picket-boats, and noisy with the labour of men, 
the getting up of anchors began. Ship after ship, crammed 
with soldiers, moved slowly out of harbour in the lovely 



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day, and felt again the heave of the sea. No such gathering 
of fine ships has ever been seen upon this earth, and the 
beauty and the exultation of the youth upon them made 
them like sacred things as they moved away. All the 
thousands of men aboard them gathered on deck to see, till 
each rail was thronged. These men had come from all parts 
of the British world, from Africa, Australia, Canada, India, 
the Mother Country, New Zealand, and remote islands in 
the sea. 

The Last Farewell for Many. 

They had said good-bye to home that they might offer 
their lives in the cause we stand for. In a few hours at 
most, as they well knew, perhaps a tenth of them would 
have looked their last on the sun, and be a part of foreign 
earth or dumb things that the tides push. Many of them 
would have disappeared for ever from the knowledge of 
man, blotted from the book of life none would know how — 
by a fall or chance shot in the darkness, in the blast of a 
shell, or alone, like a hurt beast, in some scrub or gully, 
far from comrades and the English speech and the English 
singing. And perhaps a third of them would be mangled, 
blinded or broken, lamed, made imbecile, or disfigured, with 
the colour and the taste of life taken from them, so that 
they would never more move with comrades nor exult in 
the sun. And those not taken thus would be under the 
ground, sweating in the trench, carrying sand-bags up the 
sap, dodging death and danger, without rest or food or drink, 
in the blazing sun or the frost of the Gallipoli night, till 
death seemed relaxation and a wound a luxury. But as 
they moved out these things were but the end they asked, 
the reward they had come for, the unseen cross upon the 
breast. 

Like Kings in a Pageant they went to 
Imminent Death. 

All that they felt was a gladness of exultation that their 
young courage was to be used. They went like kings in a 
pageant to the imminent death. As they passed from 
moorings to the man-of-war anchorage on their way to the 



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sea, their feeling that they had done with life and were 
going out to something new welled up in those battalions ; 
they cheered and cheered till the harbour rang with cheering. 
As each ship crammed with soldiers drew near the battle- 
ships, the men swung their caps and cheered again, and the 
sailors answered, and the noise of cheering swelled, and the 
men in the ships not yet moving joined in, and the men 
ashore, till all the life in the harbour was giving thanks that 
it could go to death rejoicing. All was beautiful in that 
gladness of men about to die, but the most moving thing 
was the greatness of their generous hearts. 

Glorious Send-Off by the French. 

As they passed the French ships, the memory of old 
quarrels healed, and the sense of what sacred France has 
done and endured in this war, and the pride of having such 
men as the French for comrades, rose up in their warm 
souls, and they cheered the French ships more, even, than 
their own. They left the harbour very, very slowly ; this 
tumult of cheering lasted a long time ; no one who heard it 
will ever forget it, or think of it unshaken. It broke the 
hearts of all there with pity and pride ; it went beyond 
the guard of the English heart. Presently all were out, and 
the fleet stood across for Tenedos, and the sun went down 
with marvellous colour, lighting island after island and the 
Asian peaks, and those left behind in Mudros trimmed their 
lamps, knowing that they had been for a little time brought 
near to the heart of things. 

How the Australians made Good 
their Landing. 

While these operations were securing our hold upon the 
extreme end of the peninsula, the Australian and New 
Zealand Army Corps were making good their landing on the 
iEgean coast, to the north of Gaba Tepe. They sailed from 
Mudros on the 24th, arrived off the coast of the peninsula 
at about half-past one on the morning of the 25th, and there 
under a setting moon, in calm weather, they went on board 



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the boats which were to take them ashore. At about half- 
past three the tows left the ships, and proceeded in darkness 
to the coast. 

Gaba or Kaba Tepe is a steep cliff or promontory about 
90 feet high, with a whitish nose and something the look of a 
blunt-nosed torpedo or porpoise. It is a forbidding-looking 
snout of land, covered with scrub where it is not too steep 
for roots to hold, and washed by deep water. About a mile 
to the north of it there is a possible landing-place, and north 
of that again a long and narrow strip of beach between two 
little headlands. This latter beach cannot be seen from 
Gaba Tepe. The ground above these beaches is exceedingly 
steep sandy cliff, broken by two great gullies or ravines, 
which run inland. All the ground, except in one patch in 
the southern ravine, where there is a sort of meadow of 
grass, is densely covered with scrub, mostly between two 
and three feet high. Inland from the beach, the land of the 
peninsula rises in steep, broken hills and spurs, with clumps 
of pine upon them, and dense undergrowths of scrub. The 
men selected for this landing were the Third Brigade of the 
Australian and New Zealand Army Corps, followed and 
supported by the First and Second Brigades. 

Attacking the Defences of Gaba Tepe. 

The place selected for the landing was the southern 
beach, the nearer of the two to Gaba Tepe. This, like the 
other landing-places near Cape Helles, was strongly defended, 
and most difficult of approach. Large forces of Turks were 
entrenched there, well prepared. But in the darkness of the 
early morning after the moon had set, the tows stood a 
little farther to the north than they should have done, 
perhaps because some high ground to their left made a 
convenient steering mark towards the northern beach against 
the stars. They headed in between the two little head- 
lands, where the Turks were not expecting them. However, 
they were soon seen, and very heavy independent rifle fire 
was concentrated on them. As they neared the beach, 
" about one battalion of Turks" doubled along the land to 
intercept them. These men came from nearer Gaba Tepe, 



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firing, as they ran, into the mass of the boats at short range. 
A great many men were killed in the boats, but the dead 
men's oars were taken by survivors, and the boats forced 
into the shingle. The men jumped out, waded ashore, 
charged the enemy with the bayonet, and broke the Turk 
attack to pieces. The Turks scattered and were pursued, 
and now the steep scrub-covered cliffs became the scene of 
the most desperate fighting. 

Terrific , Fight by the British Soldiers to Secure 

their Foothold. 

The scattered Turks dropped into the scrub and dis- 
appeared. Hidden all over the rough cliffs, under every 
kind of cover, they sniped the beach or ambushed little 
parties of the Third Brigade who had rushed the landing. 
All over the broken hills there were isolated fights to the 
death, men falling into gullies and being bayoneted ; sudden 
duels, point blank, where men crawling through the scrub 
met each other, and life went to the quicker finger ; heroic 
deaths, where some half-section which had lost touch were 
caught by ten times their strength and charged and died. 
No man of our side knew that cracked and fissured jungle. 
Men broke through it on to machine guns, or showed up on 
a crest and were blown to pieces, or leaped down from it 
into some sap or trench, to catch the bombs flung at them 
and hurl them at the thrower. Going as they did, up cliffs, 
through scrub, over ground which would have broken the 
alignment of the Tenth Legion, they passed many hidden 
Turks, who were thus left to shoot them in the back or to 
fire down at the boats from perhaps only 50 yards away. 

" Australia will be There." 

It was only just light, theirs was the first British survey 
party of that wild country ; only now, as it showed up 
clear, could they realise its difficulty. They pressed on up 
the hill ; they dropped and fired and died ; they drove the 
Turks back ; they flung their packs away, wormed through 
the bush, and stalked the snipers from the flash. As they 
'went, the words of their song supported them, the ribald 



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and proud chorus of " Australia will be there," which the 
men on the torpedoed " Southland " sang as they fell in, 
expecting death. Presently, as it grew lighter, the Turks' big 
howitzers began shelling the beach, and their field guns, well 
hidden, opened on the transports, now busy disembarking 
the First and Second Brigades. They forced the transports 
to stand farther out to sea, and shelled the tows as they 
came in with shrapnel and high explosive. 

Every Turkish Gun on Gaba Tepe took 
them in Flank. 

As the boats drew near the shore, every gun on Gaba 
Tepe took them in flank, and the snipers concentrated on 
them from the shore. More and more Turks were coming 
up at the double to stop the attack up the hill. The fighting 
in the scrub grew fiercer ; shells burst continually upon the 
beach, boats were sunk, men were killed in the water. The 
boatmen and beach working parties were the unsung heroes 
of that landing. The boatmen came in with the tows, under 
fire, waited with them under intense and concentrated fire of 
every kind until they were unloaded, and then shoved off, 
and put slowly back for more, and then came back again. 



Landing the Stores and Munitions. 

The beach parties were wading to and from that shell- 
smitten beach all day unloading, carrying ashore, and sorting 
the munitions and necessaries for many thousands of men. 
They worked in a strip of beach and sea some 500 yards 
long by 40 broad, and the fire directed on that strip was 
such that every box brought ashore had one or more shells 
and not less than 50 bullets directed at it before it was 
flung upon the sand. More men came in and went up the 
hill in support ; but as yet there were no guns ashore, and 
the Turks' fire became intenser. By 10 o'clock the Turks 
had had time to bring up enough men from their prepared 
positions to hold up the advance. 



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No Thought of Surrender on the part of these 
Young Men. 

Scattered parties of our men who had gone too far in 
the scrub were cut off and killed, for there was no thought of 
surrender in those marvellous young men ; they were the 
flower of this world's manhood, and died as they had lived, 
owning no master on this earth. More and more Turks 
came up with big field artillery, and now our attack had to 
hold on to what it had won, against more than twice its 
numbers. We had won a rough bow of ground, in which 
the beach represented the bow-string, the beach near Gaba 
Tepe the south end, and the hovel known as Fisherman's 
Hut the north. Against this position, held by at most 
8,000 of our men, who had had no rest and had fought hard 
since dawn every kind of fire in a savage rough country 
unknown to them, came an overwhelming army of Turks 
to drive them into the sea. 

Repeated Onrushes of Turkish Hordes Successfully 

Resisted. 

For four hours the Turks attacked and again attacked, 
with a terrific fire of artillery and waves of men in succession. 
They came fresh from superior positions, with many guns, 
to break a disorganised line of breathless men not yet dug in. 
The guns of the ships opened on them, and the scattered 
units in the scrubs rolled them back again and again by . 
rifle and machine-gun fire, and by charge and counter- 
charge. More of the Army Corps landed to meet the Turks, 
the fire upon the beach never slackened, and they came 
ashore across corpses and wrecked boats and a path like a 
road in hell with ruin and blasts and burning. 

They went up the cliff to their fellows under an ever- 
growing fire, that lit the scrub, and burned the wounded 
and the dead. Darkness came, but there was no rest nor 
lull. Wave after wave of Turks came out of the night, 
crying the proclamation of their faith ; others stole up in 
the dark through the scrub and shot or stabbed and crept 
back, or were seen and stalked and killed. Flares went 
up to light with their blue and ghastly glare the wild glens 



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peopled by the enemy. Men worked at the digging in till 
they dropped asleep upon the soil, and more Turks charged, 
and they woke and fired and again dug. 

Terrible Glory of the Night Struggle. 

It was cruelly cold after the sun had gone, but there 
was no chance of warmth or proper food ; to dig in and 
beat back the Turk or die were all that men could think of. 
In the darkness, among the blasts of the shells, men 
scrambled up and down the pathless cliffs bringing up tins 
of water and boxes of cartridges, hauling up guns and shells, 
and bringing down the wounded. 

The Heroic Work of the Doctors. 

The beach was heaped with wounded, placed as close 
under the cliff as might be, in such yard or so of dead ground 
as the cliffs gave. The doctors worked among them and 
shells fell among them, and doctors and wounded were 
blown to pieces, and the survivors sang their song of 
" Australia will be there," and cheered the newcomers still 
landing on the beach. Sometimes our fire seemed to cease, 
and then the Turk shells filled the night with their scream 
and blast and the pattering of their fragments. With all 
the fury and the crying of the shells, and the shouts and 
cries and cursing on the beach, the rattle of the small arms, 
and the cheers and defiance up the hill, and the roar of the 
great guns far away at sea or in the olive-groves, the night 
seemed in travail of a new age. 

Whimpering Bullets, Shrieking Shells, and Crawling 

Snakes of Fire. 

All the blackness was shot with little spurts of fire, and 
streaks of fire, and malignant bursts of fire, and arcs and 
glows and crawling snakes of fire, and the moon rose and 
looked down upon it all. In the fiercer hours of that night 
shells fell in that contested mile of ground and on the beach 
beyond it at the rate of one a second, and the air whimpered 
with passing bullets, or fluttered with the rush of the big 
shells, or struck the head of the passer like a moving wall 
with the shock of the explosion. 



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Hellish Turkish Fire of Shrapnel Decimates the 

Australians. 

All through the night the Turks attacked, and in the 
early hours their fire of shrapnel became so hellish that the 
Australians soon had not men enough left to hold the line. 
Orders were given to fall back to a shorter line, but in the 
darkness, uproar, and confusion, with many sections refusing 
to fall back, others falling back and losing touch, others losing 
their way in gully or precipice, and shrapnel hailing on all, 
as it had hailed for hours, the falling back was mistaken by 
some for an order to re-embark. 

Many men who had lost their officers and non-com- 
missioned officers fell back to the beach, where the confusion 
of wounded men, boxes of stores, field dressing stations, 
corpses, and the litter and the waste of battle, had already 
blocked the going. The shells bursting in this clutter made 
the beach, in the words of an eye-witness, " like bloody hell, 
and nothing else." But at this breaking of the wave of 
victory, this panting moment in the race, when some of the 
runners had lost their first wind, encouragement reached 
our men : a message came to the beach from Sir Ian Hamil- 
ton to say that help was coming, and that an Australian 
submarine had entered the Narrows and had sunk a Turkish 
transport off Chanak. 

Effect of the Heartening Word of Victory. 

This word of victory, coming to men who thought for 
the moment that their efforts had been made in vain, had 
the effect of a fresh brigade. The men rallied back up the 
hill ; bearing the news to the firing-line, the new constructed 
line was made good, and the rest of the night was never 
anything but continued victory to those weary ones in the 
scrub. But 24 hours of continual battle exhausts men, and 
by dawn the Turks, knowing the weariness of our men, 
resolved to beat them down into the sea. When the sun 
was well in our men's eyes they attacked again with not 
less than twice our entire strength of fresh men, and with 
an overwhelming superiority *in field artillery. 



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Desperate Enemy Fighting to hold 
the Peninsula. 

Something in the Turk commander, and the knowledge 
that a success there would bring our men across the peninsula 
in a day, made the Turks more desperate enemies than 
elsewhere. They came at us with a determination which 
might have triumphed against other troops. As they came 
on they opened a terrific fire of shrapnel upon our position, 
pouring in such a hail that months afterwards one could 
see their round shrapnel bullets stuck in bare patches of 
ground, or in earth thrown up from the trenches, as thickly 
as plums in a pudding. Their multitudes of men pressed 
through the scrub as skirmishers, and sniped at every 
moving thing ; for they were on higher ground, and could 
see over most of our position, and every man we had was 
under direct fire for hours of each day. 

Our War Ships Open on the Turks 
with Every Gun. 

As the attack developed the promised help arrived ; 
our war ships stood in and opened on the Turks with every 
gun that would bear. Some kept down the guns of Gaba 
Tepe, others searched the line of the Turk advance, till the 
hills over which they came were swathed with yellow smoke 
and dust, the white clouds of shrapnel, and the drifting 
darkness of conflagration. 

All the scrub was in a blaze before them, but they 
pressed on, falling in heaps and lines ; and their guns dropped 
a never-ceasing rain of shells on trenches, beach, and ship- 
ping. The landing of stores and ammunition never ceased 
during the battle. The work of the beach parties in that 
scene of burning and massacre was beyond all praise ; so 
was the work of the fatigue parties, who passed up and 
down the hill with water, ammunition, and food, or dug 
sheltered roads to the trenches ; so was the work of the 
Medical Service, who got the wounded out of cuts in the 
earth so narrow and so twisted that there was no using a 
stretcher, and men had to be carried on stretcher bearers' 
backs or on improvised chairs made out of packing-cases. 



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The Turkish Attack Reaches its Height. 

At a little before noon the Turk attack reached its 
height in a blaze and uproar of fire and the swaying forward 
of their multitudes. The guns of the war ships swept them 
from flank to flank with every engine of death ; they died 
by hundreds, and the attack withered as it came. Our men 
saw the enemy fade and slacken and halt ; then with their 
cheer they charged him and beat him home, seized new 
ground from him, and dug themselves in in front of him. 
All through the day there was fighting up and down the line, 
partial attacks, and never-ceasing shell fire, but no other 
great attack : the Turks had suffered too much. 

No Fire Shook Our Men. 

At night their snipers came out of the scrub in multi- 
tudes and shot at anything they could see, and all night long 
their men dragged up field guns and piles of shrapnel, and 
worked at the trenches which were to contain ours. When 
day dawned, they opened with shrapnel upon the beach 
with a feu de barrage designed to stop all landing of men 
and stores. They whipped the bay with shrapnel bullets. 
Where their fire was concentrated the water was lashed as 
with hail all day long ; but the boats passed through it, and 
men worked in it, building jetties for the boats to land at, 
using a big Turk shell as a pile-driver. When they got too 
hot, they bathed in it, for no fire shook those men. It was 
said that when a big shell was coming men of other races 
would go into their dugouts, but that these men paused only 
to call it a bastard, and then went on with their work. 

War Birth of the Anzacs. 

By the night of the second day the Australian and New 
Zealand Army Corps had won and fortified their position. 
Men writing or reporting on service about them referred to 
them as the A.N.Z.A.C., and these letters soon came to 
mean the place in which they were, unnamed till then, 
probably, save by some rough Turkish place-name, but now 
likely to be printed on all English maps, with the other 
names of Brighton Beach and Hell Spit, which mark a 
great passage of arms. 



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FROM MUDROS BAY 



The boats went out from Mudros Bay ! 

From the French ships there came 
The farewell challenge of the band, 

It touched the soul with flame, 
Warming to certain victories, 
Brown, gallant men from overseas. 

The boats went out from Mudros Bay ! 

Our fleets steamed to the North, 
The boats went out from Mudros Bay, 

To meet the Turkish wrath, 
How many prayers sped, too, that way, 

From women's lips sent forth. 

By Gaba Tepe sailed our men,- 

Into the star white night, 
While overhead a little moon 

Spilled warily her light, 
On some far hill there leapt a spark 
To note that landing in the dark ! 

The boats went out from Mudros Bay, 

Huge transports, ships of war, 
The boats went out from Mudros Bay — 

For some the way seemed far ; 
High beat the hearts that sought the fray — 

Australia's call to war ! 

The boats went out from Mudros Bay. . . . 

The yellow sandstone hill, 
The sand pits down by Chemeh Dagh, 

May keep red memories still, 
And in those valleys black and drear, 
Hide some spent echoes of a cheer. 

The boats went out from Mudros Bay. . . . 

And many who laughed there 
Shall voyage no more from any bay — 

By frowning Seddel Bahr, 
On leas where yellow poppies sway, 

The graves are everywhere. . . . 

There shall be no more dark for them, 

And no more laboured breath, 
For they have climbed the silver heights 

Beyond the shores of death ; 
God makes a wonder of the way 
Of those who went from Mudros Bay ! 

— M. Forrest 



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AUSTRALIA'S GREAT DAY— 
ANZAC 



The Name and its Makers. 

IT would be safe to say that there is not one English- 
speaking citizen of the Empire who, knowing anything 
of the war, does not know the story of the first Anzac Day 
(writes F. M. Cutlack in the Sydney Morning Herald). It is 
enshrined for ever in the text-books of military history, in 
the popular story of British arms, and in the warmest corners 
of the hearts of at least this present generation in Britain 
and Australia. The whole landing upon Gallipoli, by the 
British as well as by Australians and New Zealanders, had 
about it something of " the Nelson touch." Its impulse 
was the true heroic fire. No criticism can assail it. Its tale 
stands in history with full membership in the innermost 
circle of deathless stories — with Leonidas and his three 
hundred, with Horatius on the Roman bridge, with the stuff 
of the legends of Roland and Charlemagne, with Drake's 
mosquito-fleet attack on the Armada, with Wolfe's night 
attack at Quebec. 

Anzac Day— that is to say, the day of the landing — 
made the name of the Australian and New Zealand troops 
famous throughout the world. The deeds of a few short 
hours were fired as out of great guns to the uttermost parts 
of the earth. It may be that the world was at some strain 
of attention, expecting important news from some war 
theatre, though not perhaps listening so keenly as Australia 
was for news from just this spot. It may be that the news 
service from this particular scene of battle was, by fall of 
circumstances, temporarily a little better and fuller than 
from elsewhere, and that the heart of the army beat with 
stronger exultation in success at this time and place than it 



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did again until the war was nearly over. Whatever the 
causes, there was no mistaking the result. Gallipoli was an 
epic within a week. 

To the nation as a whole, becoming uneasy at the vista 
of a long war, the feat was a mighty tonic. The battle of the 
Marne was equally dramatic as a victory, and much more 
momentous as regards the fate of the great struggle, but the 
Marne never received half the publicity which the Anzac 
landing got almost without effort. Its news sent men 
tumbling into the recruiting offices eager for a share in a 
magnificent adventure. What is called the glamour of war 
was here perfectly exemplified, concentrated, unalloyed. 
The later casualty lists only hallowed the glory of it. The 
years following have proved the reputation of Anzac no 
bubble. Fame, often transitory and fleeting, hovers here 
permanently. Australian manhood that day won us some- 
thing imperishable. 

As long as the war lasted, wherever Australians after- 
wards fought, our soldiers marched to battle with a new 
pride and responsibility. Whatever the difficulty to be over- 
come of natural or human contrivance, an impregnable 
position to be assaulted, or intolerable physical misery to be 
endured — the mud of the Somme, the heart-sickening task of 
Passchendaele, the grim hand-to-hand fighting of Pozieres 
and Bullecourt, the unspeakable cruelties of German prison 
camps, the stern call for the last ounce of effort from 
exhausted troops at Villers Bretonneux, the amazing daring 
of Mont St. Quentin, the wresting of victory from the very 
jaws of disaster in the Hindenburg line — as each call came 
upon the Australian soldier, individually or in company, an 
instinctive retrospection upon the first Anzac Day lent him 
new nerve for the effort. To those who may be inclined to 
deny this as uniformly impossible in the common soldier, it 
must be replied that the inspiration was often unconscious, 
since the measuring of all tests by that first one had become 
in the A.I.F. a habit. The officers of the A.I.F., high and 
low, never ceased to expound to their command the moral 
responsibility of the Anzac performance. Whatever the 
cost, the force had to live* up to the standard of its founda- 



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tion members. Was some contemplated attack a forlorn 
hope ? So was Gallipoli. Was a trench becoming unten- 
able ? Anzac was a copybook example of an untenable 
position held doggedly for months. W T as the line weakening 
to pressure, half drowned in mud, of unmentionable 
wretchedness ? Remember the trials of the hillsides under 
Sari Bair. Every reinforcement received into the brother- 
hood of that tried company was instructed almost religiously 
in the honour which devolved upon him as a member of this 
or that battalion, and which henceforth he had to uphold. 
The foundation of that honour was Anzac. The famous roll 
lengthened with the campaigns in France and Sinai, but its 
origin was unforgettable. 

The very name itself is one which only the materials of 
its making could have produced. The British landed just 
as heroically on the other Gallipoli beaches as the Aus- 
tralians and New Zealanders at Anzac Cove, but they were 
not, and never quite could be, Anzacs. The British Anzac 
Day misses the name. We know not precisely whose was 
the happy inspiration which made the new word. Common 
opinion gives the honour to General Birdwood himself, and 
maybe rightly ; but many a general has acquired merit from 
a serving staff-officer's genius. However it may be, Anzac 
as a name is the triumph of contributing circumstances. It 
leapt out at once with a fire of its own from the machinery of 
the mere acrostic. The sound of the word once heard will 
not lose itself from the ears. It is pitiless as a hurled spear. 
It cuts like a sword. It rings like the final shout in the rush 
of a Zulu impi or a charge of Japanese bayonets. It conveys 
something savagely masculine, ruthless, resolute, clean 
driven home. It is a war cry — a war cry such as might have 
raised any warrior who ever fought on the Trojan shore, in 
any age, and of whatever tongue ; a war cry in one short 
word — and it dropped, perhaps, from the unwitting brain of 
a tired man writing signal messages against time in a head- 
quarters dugout. 

No troops which came to mix with the civilian people in 
Britain, the " Blighty" of the wounded and the convalescent, 
attracted quite so much popular interest as the bearers of 



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this terrible name. For a while the mere cry of " Anzac ! " 
in a music-hall audience would raise a cheer from men who 
found in it a haunting memory of old primitive days, free of 
social conventions and the bonds of civilisation. 

The war and camp life cut away much effeminate luxury 
in Britain, and if for a while the Australian soldier was a 
prodigy there he owed much of it to the name of Anzac. 
This reputation was not an unmixed enjoyment for the 
Australian soldier, however much he exulted in it at first. 
To the last something of it never quite died away from the 
British public's impressions of the men of the rakish hats 
and a general devil-may-care bearing, and it certainly revived 
after the armistice with the first appearance in London streets 
of the tall, hardened, steel-framed, city-hungry light horse- 
men from Palestine, newly arrived from four years of the 
Egyptian and Syrian deserts. They were the most pictur- 
esque visitors to London of all the war, and they were in 
very name Anzacs to the last. By that time the Anzacs of 
the infantry divisions had separated into Australians or 
New Zealanders, and did not call themselves anything else. 

It would be hard for any men, even veteran troops, to 
wear unspoiled such a reputation as attached in Britain to 
" the Anzacs." In themselves the men of the A.I.F. 
came through the test of character exceeedingly well. 
Generally speaking, it failed — failed, that is to say, to under- 
mine that fundamental sense of humour which saved many 
an Australian soldier from a false conceit of himself. The 
Australians carried themselves as men through all of it, 
and went back to the war as gamely as ever. They were 
not blind to the slight extravagance among " the civvies " 
of the Anzac regard, and did not omit to jest about it among 
themselves, though such license was not permitted with 4 
others. No troops ever stepped more gallant, chivalrous, 
hard-working, undaunted by anything they met. Their 
memorial is sure in the hearts of every foreign people that 
learned to know them. Among those people the ineffaceable 
memory of the grand old Australian divisions, which our 
own folk at home here have never seen, ensures for Aus- 
tralia and the Australian name a proud and infinite credit. 



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HIS EXCELLENCY THE GOVERNOR 

SIR MATTHEW NATHAN. P.C. {Ire.), G.C.M.G. 



Address delivered at the great Memorial 
Gathering, held in the Exhibition Hall, 
Brisbane, on Anzac Night, April 25, 192 1 

THE Governor, who was received with applause, said that 
the first month of the war went none too well for 
the Allies,|and the days when Von Kluck was manoeuvring 
to outflank the Franco-British army, were days of deep 
anxiety in England. He did not think that there was fear of 
losing the war, but there was a growing appreciation of the 
fact that the whole resources of the Empire were needed to 
win it. At the time men were heartened by the way the 
manhood of the Dominions were coming to the aid of the 
motherland, and it was realised as it had never been before 
that Australia's tie of Empire was one of loyalty and love to 
the lands whence the Australians came. In the fourth 
month of the war, which was to last 40 months, came the first 
palpable result of Australia's co-operation. The " Emden " 
was captured and a sigh of relief went up from those of us 
who realised that not only had she inflicted great material 
injury on British interests, but that her unchecked ravages 
were prejudicing British prestige in India and the East. 

" In April, 1915," continued his Excellency, " I was in 
Ireland. The glorious achievements of the Dublin and 
Munster Fusiliers at Cape Helles were spoken of in one 
breath with the mighty effort by which the Australian and 
New Zealand Army Corps, in their two days' fighting in the 
bullet and shell-swept scrub north of Gaba Tepe, made good 
their landing of the 25 th April. By the end of the year men 
were speaking of this Army Corps and the nth and 29th 
Divisions of the British Army, withdrawn from Gallipoli, 
after sacrifices nearly without parallel in the history of war- 
fare, as having made these sacrifices in vain. They did not 
realise, as we now do, at a very critical period of the war in 
the East the men of Gallipoli kept from action, that might 



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have been fatal to our cause, a large part of the troops of 
our declared enemies and delayed other hostile forces declar- 
ing themselves against us. The first part of 1916 witnessed 
the assembling of four of the five divisions of Australian 
infantry in France, and henceforth Australians from hospitals 
and instruction camps in England or on short leave from the 
front became a familiar sight in the streets of Westminster. 

" The look of determination and individual capacity on 
each Australian face impressed us Londoners, and belief in 
the Australian as a fighter was heightened in many cases by 
affection for him as a friend. Interest in him grew apace. 
The part played by the two Australian corps in the long 
year of 1917, with its advance from the Somme, the great 
Messines battle, the third battle of Ypres, and the autumn 
offensive on the Passchendael Ridge was closely watched at 
home, and the action of Australian troops in front of Amiens 
during the great German offensive of 1918, which eventually 
proved the beginning of the winning of the war by us, will 
always be remembered in England. The forces of the will 
saying, ' hold on ' to heart, nerve and sinew was then indeed 
illustrated, and General Birdwood and his Queensland staff- 
officer, General Brundenell White, had reason to be proud of 
the Australian troops which they had led so well for so long. 

Ludendorff's Black Day. 

" As the tide turned in France and pressed steadily 
forward in Palestine, in the last half year of the war, the 
Australian efforts, though not greater, became more potent 
through the concentration of Australians in one body in 
France, and in the two mounted divisions in Palestine. 
The 8th August — Ludendorff's black day for the German 
army — was a red letter day for the army commanded by 
General Monash, and it was the Australian divisions of 
General Chauvel's force that took the leading part in the 
wonderful desert advance, which in a fortnight destroyed the 
main Turkish force, and on 1st October captured Damascus. 
I will only refer to the other operations on which Australians 
were engaged — to the defeat of the Senussi, to the assistance 
given to the Italians, and to the capture of the enemy's 
possessions in the Pacific, to say how they added to the 



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cumulative effect of Australia's war achievement on English 
minds. I wish I could interpret to you those minds in this 
connection. But I suffer, as do most of my countrymen, 
from the difficulty which possibly comes from living under 
grey skies, in a cold land, of expressing sentiment. There 
are fortunately others here who, having had through a life- 
time or through long years the blessing of an Australian sun, 
will put to you in moving language what the men from 
Australia have done, what they have suffered and the sad 
case of those who loved the boys who will suffer no more. 

" I have had to be content with telling you in a few 
sentences what it seemed to us in the United Kingdom that 
these men were doing. We thought it great work. We 
thought it brought Australia nearer to our hearts than ever 
before. We believe that this feeling will live, and that if a 
struggle ever comes in which the independence of Australia 
and her just ideals are threatened, which God forbid, her 
cause will be the Empire's cause, and the men of the United 
Kingdom, of Canada, of South Africa, and the other parts of 
the Empire will fight for her as they fought and as you 
fought for the freedom of humanity in the years of the 
great war." (Cheers.) 



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ANZAC DAY 



Spring with her wand to-day- 
Is making magic in her own sweet way, 
Round that dear, sacred spot, Gallipoli. 
Guarded by all the host of memory, 
Tho' now no stalwart troops the trenches fill — 
Yet here the winsome wildflowers bloom at will. 

A thrill is in the air ! 
A pulse of more than spring throbs everywhere. 
To-day Australia kneels, and puts aside 
All lesser cares — all lesser grief and pride, 
And every heart keeps solemn tryst with thee, 
And with thy tragic graves, Gallipoli. 

And will these sleepers wake, 
Sensing the anguish of dear hearts that break ? 
Feeling the warmth that reaches even here ? 
The fluttering sigh ; the trickling of a tear ? 
And will they stir, forgetting all their pain, 
Some wild bush fragrance wooing them again ? 

Ah, never doubt to-day, 
That they will come in their old boyish way, 
In life untrammelled, yet in death more free, 
Their spirits have a larger liberty. 
So they will join us, tender for our pride, 
Our glorious ones, now doubly glorified. 

And theirs the unseen hands 
That loose from round our hearts the iron bands 
That kept us housed with grief — that wipe away 
The tears that hide them from our sight to-day ; 
Till, with clear eyes, we see them as of old, 
Feel them more truly ours as years unfold. 

So on this day of days 
A triumph song instead of dirge we raise ; 
Grateful for all the nobleness of youth, 
That, in the losing, made us rich, in truth ; 
Thus, in their greatness daring, to b» great, 
Our lives to selfless aims we consecrate ! 



— Emily Bulcock. 



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©ffidal Services 



MOST REV. ST. C. DONALDSON, D.D. 

Archbishop of Brisbane 

Preached in St. John's Cathedral, Brisbane, 
Anzac Day, 1921. 



Text. 

Fear not ; I am the first and the last ; I am He that 
liveth and was dead ; and, behold, I am alive for ever- 
more, Amen ; and have the keys of hell and of death. 
— Revelation I., 17-18. 

WHILE I was in England last year three great public 
funerals took place in London. The first two were 
connected with the bitter story of Ireland, and they were 
funerals of persons who in life had been bitterly opposed 
to one another. The first was the funeral of the Lord 
Mayor of Cork, who died in prison, an enemy of the British 
Government ; but while it wound its solemn way through 
the London streets it was guarded by English police and 
watched in respectful silence by an English crowd. The 
second was the funeral of the 16 officers of the same British 
Government who had been killed in their bedrooms on the 
previous Sunday morning, and as the procession came from 
the station to Westminster Abbey it was escorted by the 
comrades of the dead, and witnessed by thousands of silent 
respectful citizens. Enemies they had been in life ; but in 
death these dead found their feuds swallowed up and for- 
gotten in a greater experience, and the impartial respect of 
the crowds in each case bore witness to the sovereignty 
of the Great Healer of all strife. The third funeral was of a 
different nature, and yet pointing the same moral — the 
funeral of the Unknown Warrior in Westminster Abbey on 
Armistice Day. All London seemed to be there ; indeed, the 
funeral was just the effort of a whole great nation expressing 



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its sorrow and pride and thankfulness by one great silent 
act. No words were spoken except the few restrained 
prayers and the grand familiar words of our burial sevice. 
Not a word of exhortation marred the greatness of the 
occasion. A few silent tears indeed were shed, but the 
whole act was just a deep solemn tribute of love and remem- 
brance and resolve. 

II. 

I think of those three funerals to-day. We are 
assembled on the Sixth Anniversary of the landing at 
Gallipoli, and our object too is to pay our solemn tribute 
of love and remembrance and resolve ; and we stand to-day 
in the presence of death. After that first baptism of blood 
on St. Mark's Day, 1915, the roll mounted up from six 
hundred to sixty thousand slain. And even since the peace 
death has been busy all the world over through war and 
famine and pestilence. But those three funerals are in my 
mind to-day, for they seem to me, taken together, to give a 
new term to our normal, often weary, thoughts about death, 
and to show it up in a new light of beneficence and beauty. 
To our normal thought death is the robber, the devastating 
invader, who steals our dearest and destroys our happiness. 
But is that not a narrow and self-centred view to take ? Is 
it not more true to say that death, since Christ came, has 
become a servant, an incident, a necessary stop in the 
development of our highest and most sacred experiences ? 
Looked at even from the standpoint of this world, and 
apart from all it opens for us hereafter, death stands as a 
great beneficent authority in human society. 

1. First, by stopping our feuds it becomes one of the 
great unifying forces of life. When all is said, death remains 
the real superintendent of human affairs, for she is for ever 
intervening, like a mother with her calm, cool, hand to stop 
the quarrels of her children. Our passions are so hot ; our 
grievances are so urgent ; our hatreds are so fierce, that we 
cannot ourselves recognise how small they are in the true 
light of eternity. They seem unquenchable. But then 
death steps in with an authority none can question, and in 
place of all the heat and restlessness there is the peace and 



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coolness of the grave. That is the lesson I learnt from 
those two funerals in London. Death is a unifying force — 
it reminds us that our quarrels and our hatreds here upon 
earth are not incurable, but can be reviewed and changed 
when men see God face to face. 

2. But there is more than that. Here upon earth 
among us who survive death is a sanctifying force, because 
it enshrines as in a casket the beauty and the living force 
of a great example. Who shall deny that in the presence 
of the Unknown Warrior last November all England was 
lifted up to a higher plane ? We know it was so, because 
we are conscious to-day of a parallel experience among 
ourselves. It is the cutting off of those bright young lives, 
whom we commemorate to-day, that focussed for us their 
moral achievement. It is their death which sets free the 
living force of their influence. If they had lived on we 
might never have felt their power. How many among us 
to-day are there in whose lives the sacred memory of a 
brother, a son, a friend, lives as a perpetual appeal ? In the 
busy work of the world, it is true, our thoughts are not, 
cannot be, continuously with our dead, but at our best 
moments they come back to us, and our anniversary is 
intended to stir us to remembrance. It points each mourner 
individually to that brother, to that son, whose life was 
given ; it brings him before us in the freshness of his youth 
and in the beauty of his achievement ; it commends him 
to our conscience with an ever fresh moral appeal : — 

Ye who knew him, loved him, see 
Ye keep his image faithfully. 
And in hours when passions throng 
And flesh is weak and sin is strong, 
When lethargic slumbers deep 
Lull the conscience cry to sleep : 
With him wake, with him refrain, 
Take him to your heart again 
So he hath not lived in vain. 

3. And death is more than a sanctifying force. It is a 
constructive force. With you, my friends, who have lost 
your dearest in the great cataclysm the sorrow remains, 



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but out of sight. It is the way with human nature that 
after but a few weeks the affairs of every day overlay the 
past, and our sorrows are driven underground. So it is 
with you. But memory is not dead, and love is not dead, 
and memory and love are invisibly at work in ten thousand 
homes in Australia to-day with constructive power. 
Wherever in a home there is the memory of a man's life 
given for his country, there the great tradition of national 
character is being enshrined and built up. Wherever, 
whether in home or school, the young lads' eyes kindle at 
the stories of their fathers' heroism, there the constructive 
work is going on. Does this mean that we are teaching 
them to love war ? Not a bit. But it is teaching them to 
take for granted duty and discipline and sacrifice without 
which no noble career can be maintained. That is the 
process now silently growing amongst us. Please God it 
will grow and be fruitful in the nation to be. 

Was I not right then in describing death as an incident, 
an instrument, in the development of our noblest human 
destiny ? She is the healer of our quarrels. She is the 
lense through which we see great examples focussed and 
enshrined. She is the means whereby the sacrifice of noble 
spirits becomes the seed of noble character to those who 
come after. 

And why is this ? It is because of the words of the 
text : — " I am He that liveth and was dead : and I have 
the keys of hades and of death." They are the words of 
the Redeemer of the world in the moment of his triumph. 
By rising from the dead Christ has not only robbed death 
of its terrors and opened out the larger life beyond ; He 
has also here and now made death the servant of man. To 
us Christians, however dark the immediate outlook may be, 
the spirit of hope and joy can never fail. For we know 
that He who has triumphed over death, sorrow, and sin 
oan lead us out of our present distresses into a purer, nobler, 
juster world, where war and hatred and weakness will be 
subdued and the Kingdom of God established supreme. 
This is the assurance of the text. To you and me it remains 
to embrace^ and go forward with courage and hope. 



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THE REV. CANON GARLAND, V.D. 

Hon. Secretary Anzac Day Commemoration. 
Text. 

" Their name liveth for evermore." (Ecclesiasticus, 44, 14). 

IN each of the battlefield cemeteries in which lie at rest 
the bodies of those Soldiers of the Empire who laid 
down their lives for us there is erected as the sole monument 
a tall cross, visible for miles around, and at its foot an altar 
in stone. The monument, in its noble dignity proclaiming 
the great Sacrifice of Calvary, unites thereto the. sacrifice of 
those who also laid down their lives for their friends. No 
words could have been more aptly chosen for its solitary 
inscription — no less dignified than the monument itself — 
" Their name liveth for evermore." 

It is a matter of congratulation that the Anzac Day 
Commemoration Committee — the body which originated and 
has been for the last five years responsible for the observance 
of Anzac Day in Queensland and, indeed, for creating its 
observance throughout the Empire — should have chosen 
these words this year as the motto for Anzac Day. It is to 
be hoped they will ever so remain. In themselves they are 
complete, and are all the more dignified and suitable because 
there is an absence, not merely of jubilation, but also of 
anything approaching self-adulation. The words direct our 
attention away from ourselves, our own doings, and 
exclusively to those who for our sakes, loving not their 
lives even unto death, we call dead, but who, indeed, are 
alive unto God, because " God is not the God of the dead, 
but of the living, for all live unto Him/' Their name, 
written in the Lamb's book of Life, liveth for evermore 
before God. There are some of whose heroic deaths we 
know, the stories of whose self-sacrifice and heroism will be 
handed down from generation to generation, and in days to 
come, when Australia has millions upon millions of people, 
their name will still " live for evermore " as the first fruits 



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of bravery in the annals of the beginning of her history in 
the nations of the world. In addition to those whose heroic 
tales are known, there are those who died equally heroic 
deaths, though no pen has recorded their glory. In the 
hearts of those who loved them — who are bereaved and still 
to-day mourn and grieve, their names indeed are deeply 
engraved — to these mourners we to-day offer the homage 
and sympathy of our hearts, assuring them that it is no 
sense of victory or rejoicing at our own deliverance won for 
us by those who died which brings us together to-day, but 
grateful reverence for the dead and for those who still mourn 
them. Though the hearts of the mourners will pass from 
this world, yet of those who laid down their lives for us it 
shall be said by the generations who come after us so long 
as tongue can speak " Their name liveth for evermore." 
Yes, and somewhere more than even in the long annals of 
human history — in the Lamb's book of Life, in the presence 
of God Himself " their name liveth for evermore." As in 
Scripture the use of the word " name " signifies the person 
referred to, so it means not merely their memory but that 
they themselves live for evermore, and so to mourners the 
Christian faith brings this comfort — and Anzac Day would 
emphasise its lesson — they are not dead, they live for ever- 
more, and by that faith the assurance also that we shall see 
them again and know them and hold converse with them, 
which shall be sweet because without the taint of sin. And 
because they are not dead we follow them with our prayers 
into the life beyond, as we followed them o'er land and sea. 
We gather together on Anzac Day to plead collectively for 
them that sacrifice on Calvary to which they united them- 
selves by offering themselves a living sacrifice after the 
example of Him who, by word and from the pulpit of the 
Cross, taught us that " Greater love hath no man that this, 
that a man lay down his life for his friends." As this 
thought brings us comfort, it brings us solemnity also — not 
the sorrow of those without hope for them that sleep in 
Him, nor the swamping of our grief in noisy demonstration, 
but the emphasising in mind and thought of the reality of 
the future life. 



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The cause of all these 60,000 deaths of our boys must 
not be forgotten. It was never the will of God that these, 
the best of our young men, the flower of our people, should 
in the prime of life be cut off, and cut off amidst all the 
horrors of war. God sent them into this world to live the 
lives of full manhood, to ^>e the fathers of souls created for 
His glory, to inhabit Heaven for all eternity. It was neither 
God nor His will that cut them off in their beauty and 
strength — it was sin We need not be particular now to 
say it was all the fault of Germany, though forever Germany 
and the teaching which drove Germany to her sin will 
remain a dark page in the history of our race. It was the 
sin of the whole Christian Church failing to convert the 
world — failing to inspire men with the true teachings of 
Jesus Christ. Wherever the blame lies, and however it is 
apportioned, it was sin — our sin — which brought about the 
war and all these deaths against the will of God. As thus 
we think of sin being the real cause of their deaths, again 
there is no room for anything but a solemn observance of 
Anzac Day — the All-Soul's Day of Australia — and, there- 
fore, we come before God, not in the bright vestments of 
festival and the joyous music of triumph, but with all the 
tokens of Christian penitence and sorrow. 

II 

" Their name liveth for evermore." 

As their name liveth for evermore before God, so, too, as 
long as our hearts shall beat in human flesh their memory 
will be as fragrant as the incense in the Temple of God ; 
fragrant, because in spite of all their human faults — which, 
we pray God to pardon and to wash away in the blood of 
the Immaculate Lamb — there was a beauty which already 
has begun to overshadow their heroism. They were brave 
and loved not their lives unto death, but they were more 
than brave — audax at fidelis — faithful to their ideals, faithful 
to us for whom they died, faithful to one another. Of those 
ideals and how they maintained them time would fail to tell. 
Who can ever forget the story of Hulton Sams, especially 



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those from Queensland's west, who looked upon him as 
their ideal of religion : — 

Moreover as God's priest he stood — 
Preached in rude camps Thy message free, 

Gave of Thy Body and Thy Blood 
Into rough hands held out for Thee. 

And the ideal of the highest sacrifice which he thus pro- 
claimed in administering Holy Communion he fulfilled in 
his own death. The men with whom he had shared the 
fighting lay wounded out in No Man's Land. They were 
dying and craving for water. He brought them water ; he 
had to crawl on his face to do so, and, taking to them the 
cup of cold water in Christ's name, like Him, whose priest 
and soldier he was, he was wounded in the side and died. 
It was not only he from whom as a priest one would expect 
the exhibition of these ideals, the ordinary Australian 
soldier was equally ready to sacrifice himself, not only for 
his comrades, but also for those who had no claim upon 
him. When capturing Damascus our Australian boys found 
the hospital in an unspeakable condition. They at once 
proclaimed that their scanty ration of tinned milk should be 
given to the hospital, in which lay dying not only some of 
their comrades, but many of the enemy, Later on as they 
continued that most marvellous cavalry march, and rode 
over Syria, where thousands of the natives had died, starved 
to death by the Turk and German, they found surviving 
natives, literally living skeletons, skin and bone. Our own 
Australian boys, short of food themselves, because it could 
not be brought up quickly enough to keep pace with the 
rapidity of their movements, went hungrier, and shared their 
own scanty rations with the starving women and children 
of Syria. I have seen the tenderness with which they 
nursed and tended some little deserted child whose language 
they could not speak, and who could understand nothing of 
these long, lean-looking Australians, but that they were full 
of kindness and tenderness. No wonder that the Patriarch 
of Antioch and Damascus wrote to his fellow-Syrians in 
Sydney telling them that when the Australian soldiers came 
home the Syrians were to be good to theiii, because they 



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were so kind and gentle. Thus, indeed, " their name liveth 
for evermore " in the hearts of those to whom they showed 
this depth of Christian charity, brave to the last degree, yet 
faithful to their ideals. Their name liveth for evermore for 
kindness and gentleness. I remember, too, in the Jordan 
Valley where so many of our Queensland boys, as well as 
other Australians, lived under the most trying conditions 
long weary months, when I spoke to those who seemed to 
me really ill, and urged them to go down the line to hospital ; 
they refused, because they stated they could not desert 
their mates. I thought of that unselfishness which, to me, 
stood out more vividly than to them, because I had not 
long before been in the streets of the capital cities of Aus- 
tralia, where I had seen men sturdy in health leaning against 
verandah posts as they waited for trams to racecourses. 
There would have been fewer deaths in the aggregate had 
those who hung back shown the same spirit of sacrifice as 
those whose name liveth for evermore. As we think of that 
additional sacrifice of life made necessary by the selfishness 
of some, Anzac Day should be kept solemnly and seriously. 
I blame not only those who refused to go, but even more the 
whole body of Christian influence which was so weak and 
feeble that it had not built up the true ideals of sacrifice and 
duty, and thus again we see that the restrained and chastened 
spirit of penitence and Christian sorrows and not of rejoicing 
should occupy our thoughts on Anzac Day. 

III. 

" Their name liveth for evermore." Is that to be idle 
boast and mere talk, the erection of statues symbolic of no 
ideal, or is it to mean to us the maintenance of those ideals 
which they fulfilled ? Are we to be worthy of them— of the 
same mettle ? " Their name liveth for evermore," not for 
their bravery only, not for deeds of heroism merely, but also 
and more because of kindness and gentleness which shall 
never fade from the memory and heart of enemy and friend 
alike, and never from the memory and the heart of Australia 
so long as we prove worthy of them and their sacrifice for us. 



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ANZAC CROSSES. 



We bring our floral offerings 
This day of lair renown, 
Each cross a loving memory 
Ot one young life laid down. 

Then kneeling at God's altar, 
We offer praise and prayer 

For those no longer with us 

Who oft had worshipped there. 

Thus, year by year we honour 
The men who fought and fell. 

And to the wondering children 
Their deeds of valour tell. 

Those sons of fair Australia 
Who counted life as nought, 

If only through their conflict 
The victory might be wrought. 

Who, leaving home and country, 
And all that men hold dear, 

Went boldly forth to battle, 
Triumphant over fear. 

They bore their cross of suffering 

Unfaltering to the end, 
And nobly gave their life-blood, 

Our honour to defend. 

Then, standing in God's presence, 
They laid their crosses down, 

Through death and anguish gaining 
An everlasting crown. 

And so, we bring our crosses, 
And offer praise and prayer, 

In sorrow and rejoicing, 

For each young life so fair. 



— L.E.H. 



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REV. E. S. BARRY 

St. Leo's College, Brisbane. 

Late Captain-Chaplain A.I.F. Preached in St. Stephen's 
R.C. Cathedral, Brisbane, April 25, 1920. 



Text. 

" And one of the ancients answered and said to me : 
These that are clothed in white robes, who are they ? 
And whence come they ? And I said to him, my Lord, 
Thou knowest. And He said to me : Those are they who 
are come out of great tribulation." — (Apoc. 7, 13-14). 

ONCE again we meet to celebrate the anniversary, this 
year the fifth anniversary, of Australia's first great 
sacrifice on the altar of war, to recall the memory of the 
fallen, and to offer to the numbers of sorrowing and, maybe, 
lonely relatives our sympathy and our prayer. Last year, 
fresh as I was from the scenes of the conflict, I endeavoured 
to picture for you something of the doings, a little of the 
privations and risks our Australian boys had to face in the 
many fights in so many far-away lands, and at the same 
time to give to the mothers and the fathers, the brothers 
and the sisters, the wives and the little oprhans, some 
expression of our consolation and encouragement. 

Once more we are gathered at the Holy Sacrifice to 
renew our supplications to the God of Mercy for the souls 
of those who will never more return ; to beg of Him that He 
will wipe away from their souls the stains of sin and admit 
them to the joys of Heaven. We know He lo\es us all. 
He loves the sinner, and surely He must love especially those 
who tried to serve Him under the most terrible conditions, 
who died — as they believed — in a struggle for His ideals 
and in conformity with His will. To His love we leave 
their immortal souls, offering our prayers, our Masses, and 
our Communions in their favour, never forgetting them but, 
to-day particularly, remembering them with affection and 
gratitude. Never do I say my daily Mass without recalling 



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at the Memento of the Dead the souls of our Australian 
Catholic boys whom we will never meet again in this life ; the 
men of the A.I.F. whose bodies rest in foreign soil, but whose 
souls are ours still to pray for, and God's, we hope, for 
ever more. What better prayer could we have than that 
said daily in the Mass at thousands of altars the wide world 
over : — " To these, O Lord, and to all that rest in Christ, 
grant, we beseech Thee, a place of refreshment, light and 
peace ? " 

By next Anzac Day we hope to have well in course of 
erection a magnificent memorial church in honour of the 
fallen, and recording for future generations the name of 
every Catholic who enlisted in Queensland. To the sorrow- 
ing relatives of the fallen this morning we extend our united 
sympathy. Theirs has been the sacrifice, theirs the racking 
suspense and deepest depths of gloom, theirs the burden 
of loneliness, theirs the legacy of sorrow, theirs to feel the 
cruel selfishness of the many who have already forgotten 
the days of Australia's trials and tragic losses. But those 
who mourn and those for whom they mourn are safe in the 
hands of the loving Saviour, Who never forgets. We 
Catholics have suffered as others, and to the multitude of 
the bereaved, especially to our own, our hearts to-day go out 
in loving sympathy and with a pledge of our unfailing 
prayer and supplication. 

It is not yet a year and a-half since the great slaughter 
ended. Practically all of our Australian soldiers are now 
back home. We are privileged to have with us this morn- 
ing a large number of them. We rejoice with them at their 
safe return ; we join with them in gratitude to Almighty 
God for peace and home once more. The cessation of the 
war and the coming of peace have been so casual, almost, as 
to have made little impression on the lives of many amongst 
us. Already the promises once so frequently and so readily 
made are being forgotten ; already we have grown 
accustomed to a world that shows no great change save, 
perhaps, for the worse, as a result of the war ; already we 
have accepted as apparently inevitable the increased and 
increasing burdens of life in place of the better world for 



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which, we were told so often, the war was fought. But 
painting at its worst the state of things in the world to-day, 
still Anzac Day is for us Australians, and should ever be, 
a day of pride, a day from whose memory, indeed, sorrow 
cannot be separated, but a day of rejoicing f6r all who love 
our bright land beneath the Southern Cross. 

Anzac Day is a celebration, of course, of that grey 
morning in 19 15 when our own Australian boys, our very 
own, conquered sea and land, the shell and the bullet, the 
organised ingenuity of a cunning and expectant enemy, the 
terrors of the unknown, the untasted horrors of warfare, 
even hell and nature itself, in the memorable landing at 
Gallipoli. It would have been an heroic feat for the most 
skilled and valiant soldiery ; for our young and untried 
Australian lads it was, in addition, the achievement of the 
unexpected and the almost impossible. The first Anzac 
morning they conquered, they looked death in the face, and 
never flinched, and their glorious feat imprinted with 
indelible fame the name of Australia upon the map of the 
world, and the proud title of Anzac upon the pages of 
history for all time. Truly " their name liveth unto genera- 
tion and generation." 

But though this is the primary and natural meaning of 
our commemoration to-day, Anzac is more than that — 
wider and grander. It is, in addition, our celebration of 
Australia's heroism in the subsequent years of the war in 
many fields and in many varying climes. And it is, above 
all, Australia's real birthday, the recalling of that first great 
event on Gallipoli and of others even greater afterwards, 
which woke us to the reality of nationhood, and proved 
that we were in resource, in courage, endurance, and every 
manly and national quality, the equal of the older nations 
of the world. This, it appears to me, is the outstanding 
feature of Anzac Day. Hitherto we had accepted ourselves, 
our country, and our world position at the valuation of the 
outsider, and, to say the least of it, that valuation was by 
no means a generous one. Henceforth and for ever, we 
know our worth ; we have proved it in the face of man- 
kind ; and by their own standards and in the lands of 



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history, east and west, we have won admiring tribute from 
the older nations and re-echoed the chivalry and the valour 
of ancient days. 

This is, I say, the clarion note of the call of Anzac Day- 
Australia's birth to nationhood, the vindication by Aus- 
tralian sons of her claim to equality with any people under 
the sun. This Australian sentiment, practical and real, is 
worth fostering. It may be crude or exaggerated in its 
expression as yet, occasionally it may be unconsciously 
unjust or harsh in its relation to other people — but it will 
grow and, properly directed, it means a self-contained and 
contented Australia. Let us never forget, we who love and 
are proud of this glorious sunny land of ours — that to the 
men of Anzac, to the men who fought in Flanders and in 
France, in Palestine, and in Mesopotamia, in the North Sea, 
and on many waters, under the ocean and in the air — to 
these we owe a debt which Australia and Australians can 
never repay. They it was who emblazoned the scroll of 
Australia's worth and fame ; they opened, as with magic 
key, the eyes of the world to our value and importance ; 
they broke, as with the glowing strength of youthful 
giants, the bonds of isolation and exclusion which previously 
had bound us. They deserve our gratitude and our eternal 
remembrance — for they made Australia what she is to-day 
before the world. 

Now, when we speak of Australia and the work of 
Australia's soldier sons, it is, I think, apposite to examine 
the motives which prompted 400,000 of the young life of 
our country voluntarily to offer everything, even life itself 
if necessary, in a struggle mainly waged 13,000 miles away. 
It is also interesting for us to-day to see if the efforts that 
we made and the sacrifices which we endured have resulted 
in the attainment of anything worth while. These two 
considerations open up a wide and debatable field. I am 
sure we all agree, however, that no matter what our opinions 
may be on the cause and results of the war, we ought never, 
never forget or depreciate the ideals, the trials, the horrible 
sufferings, the frightful wounds, and the deaths abroad of 
those whose enlistment we encouraged and whom we sent 



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away with waving flags and sounding cheers, and with the 
assurance that nothing would be too good for them when 
they returned. I do believe that the vast majority of our 
Australian boys went away in the belief that they were 
going to fight for a better world, for the spread of liberty 
and justice, and with a touching faith in the protestations 
of politicians. Let us not forget that. No army, no people 
who participated in the great war did so with higher ideals 
and with more confident hopes than did the men of the 
A.I.F. and the people of Australia. If they were mistaken, 
it was a glorious mistake, creditable to their love of justice 
and freedom. And if the war has failed to achieve arty of 
those things which we were told it was going to achieve the 
fault is not with the men who fought, but with the men 
who made the war and the men who made the peace. 

It is easy, of course, to belittle and besmirch the men 
who fought ; it is easier still to forget the dead and overlook 
the sorrowing. Some of those who are wisest now, some of 
those who foist the horrors of war on those who took part in 
it, are very eloquent at times on the need for another war — 
and this one a war between ourselves. I am prepared to 
admit that the positive results of the war have been dis- 
appointing. We are a disappointed people. Looking back, 
it seems we were foolish to expect so much ; certainly we 
know now that many of the objects for w'hich the war was 
professedly waged were mere fictions, pleasantries of pro- 
paganda with which the simple populace was beguiled to its 
cost. The only tangible result that seems clear to most of 
us is that we prevented Germany from winning, and that, of 
course, is something. But it is your duty, it is my duty, it 
is the duty of all who love humanity and peace, to see to it 
that something more than such a negative result be the 
heritage of the war. We should at least have learned by 
this time the futility and the folly of unnecessary and 
unnatural strife. We may not believe— I suppose none of 
us do believe — that the war so recently finished was the war 
which is to end all war, but let us strive, each of us, particu- 
larly those who have experienced the hellish horrors of 
modern war, for the spread of charity and justice among 
nations and individuals alike. 



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The fact that we won the war, the fact that certain 
territorial adjustments have been made — some of them 
equitable, others not so — the fact that the enemy is at our 
feet, militarily and commercially — all of these will not justify 
the slaughter and the misery of the four years of war. The 
world must have something more than that to show for all 
its suffering, and the war must produce something more to 
have justified its malignant existence. And all of this can 
be done only by and through the people — the individual 
members of society. What the people will, will be done, 
and the people in mass can only reflect the predominant 
characteristics of the men and women who compose it. 
There is, therefore, a clear obligation on all of us, individually 
in our private lives, in our character as citizens, with responsi- 
bilities and duties one to the other, because of our common 
humanity And above all it is our duty, as followers of 
the prince of Truth, Peace, and Love, to practise that 
honesty, tolerance and charity which we so much desire in 
others, and which alone can raise the world to higher things. 
Systems will avail us nothing, political remedies will be 
futile if the men who manage and control them be not trust- 
worthy. That is the greatest need to-day — men of principle 
and sincerity, especially in public life. Rarely have Govern- 
ments been so lacking in moral influence and, indeed, so 
condemned as they are at present. It is useless for us to 
complain of this or of the obvious lack of truth and con- 
sistency in much of our daily press if we ourselves are wanting 
in honorable dealings with one another And Christians 
who are not Christians except in name cannot be consistently 
honourable. If we want to have real peace we must have 
a real and universal return to Christian principles. 

Unfortunately, religion, and especially the grand old 
Faith which is ours, is with too many the subject of ridicule. 
The demagogue finds cheap applause in attacking it, and 
raises the vacuous laugh of the ignorant by deriding it. 
The Catholic Church is not afraid of attack ; she fears not 
any opposition, however " progressive " or " intellectual " it 
presumes to be. She has weathered fiercer storms, she will 
outride all the waves of bigotry and repression which deluded 
prejudice may hold against her. But you have not need 



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of that assurance. Many of you listening to me have seen 
her in action in peace and in war. You know the guidance 
which she gives in life sure and unfailing as Christ Himself, 
and in death our grandest consolation. v 

And now, finally, let us take heart from the reflections 
that flood our minds on Anzac Day. Much there is of 
sorrow, but much of pride and encouragement. The Anzac 
boys gave up self for country, many of them their lives. 
We, too, can conquer self for God and country in these not 
less strenuous days of peace. Man's life on earth is a war- 
fare ; men are pitted against fellow-men and class against 
class. Commercial competition, as devoid of conscience as 
mustard gas, a materialism as destitute of ideals as the 
prowling submarine, the profiteering callousness of men in 
regard to their- fellow-men, the dismal outlook for the wage- 
earner in these days of ever-increasing prices and taxation — 
surely the world needs men of self-sacrifice, men who will 
lead the nations to better things by the sheer force of 
unselfish example. 

Let us all do our share ; let us prove ourselves worthy 
of peace and of the inspiration of Anzac. To you, my 
soldier friends, we turn with appreciation this morning. 
You deserve well of your country, and Australia must do 
the right thing by you. To the relatives of the fallen I 
say :— " Be of good heart — they are not dead, but sleeping," 
and when the days of separation are over you who " have 
sown in tears shall reap in joy." And as a last word, in all 
humanity, let us pray for real and enduring peace — the best 
reward the world can have for its nightmare of war. 

Dear Lord and Father of mankind 

Forgive our foolish ways, 
Reclothe us in our rightful mind, 
In purer lives Thy service find, 

In deeper reverence, praise. 

Drop Thy still dews of quietness, 

Till all our strivings cease ; 
Take from our souls the strain and stress, 
And let our ordered lives confess 

The beauty of Thy Peace. 



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AN AUSTRALIAN HYMN. 

[Published during the earlier months of the war (1914), and written to be 
sung to the old hymn tune " Monmouth."] 

Australia ! Land of Liberty, 

Bound only by the boundless sea, 

Among earth's nations late to appear. 

Rescued from black oblivion's night, 

She stands to-day in radiant light, 
Arrayed in robes unspotted, clear, 
Queen of the Southern Hemisphere. 

True born of Britain, mighty sire. 
Inheriting the quenchless fire, 
Spirit divine, sweet liberty. 
Australia calls her sons to share 
The Empire's travail — hope, despair, 

Success, defeat. To God's decree 

We bow in faith submissively. 

Ye sons of Austral's dowered land, 

In humble faith, 'neath God's great hand, 

Put on your panoply of might. 
Behold the foe is at the gate, 
Malignant, treach'rous, filled with hate, 

Against our freedom, leading, light, 

And laws based on eternal right. 

Australians ! Heirs of Liberty, 

Rise in defence, while still you're free. 

Hold the base foe in righteous scorn, 
Come from the west, east, south and north, 
From mountains, plains, and coasts come forth, 
Strike, sons of Austral, men free-born, 
Lest freedom from your grasp be torn. 

God of our Empire, Sovereign, Lord, 

In equity unsheathe Thy sword, 

Make Thou Australia's cause Thine own. 

Build here the fabric of a State, 

To freedom wholly consecrate 
A nation loyal to Thy Throne, 
Thy judgments, and Thy laws alone. 



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REV. E. N. MERRINGTON, M.A., Ph.D. 

Senior Chaplain (Presbyterian) First Military District 

Prea;hed in St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church, 
Brisbane, Anzac Day, 1921. 



Text. 

" He endured as seeing Him who is invisible." 
(Hebrews XI., 27). 

A NZAC Day has become our greatest anniversary. It is 
more than a holiday — it is a holy day. It is the one 
day in the year set apart to remind us of the late war, of 
Australia's part therein, and especially of our glorious dead- 
It commemorates the pioneers of our true Australian destiny 
—both the dead and the living. Once more we feel the 
dread thrill of that irresistible landing. We live the past 
over again, and watch the tow boats in the chilly dusk of 
that Spring morning in the iEgean moved stealthily towards 
the shadowed heights of Gallipoli. We see the signal light 
flash from the sinister cliff. The rifle-shot rings out in the 
silence, and the ridges flame with fire and death. The 
crowded boats are decimated by the murderous fusillade, as 
the attackers approach the shore. We hear the cheer with 
which our men meet their grim fortune, while they leap into 
the cold waters, lay their packs on the beach, and make for 
the enemy with the bayonet. We see the boats push off 
with the wounded, while the leaden hail rattles upon the 
gunwale and hisses into the water. Once more we feel the 
blood leap in our veins as we watch the terrible onset upon 



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the entrenched steeps, while the thick scrub is dyed crimson, 
and the foe is driven from his trenches. The sunrise finds 
our boys charging towards the East through the valley and 
up the crags of the second ridge. With ranks sorely thinned 
by the withering fire of enemy firing-parties, concealed 
snipers, and devastating shrapnel, our braves press on and 
court swift death in the heart of the hostile Peninsula. 
There many of our noblest fell in the cruel and long battle, 
as the Turks rallied their forces to drive back the adventurers 
upon their soil. But they failed to crush the invasion ; our 
men were there to stay, and the line of Anzacs formed round 
the crags of Shrapnel Valley, where our men remained with 
their backs, not to the wall, but to the abyss and to the sea. 
They met every attack with unflinching strength, and 
refused to be driven into the JEge&n. To their dash they 
added determination, and only the equally marvellous 
evacuation re-called them to fresh field of service. 

So the Anzac stands by the Union Jack, torn and 
scarred with battle, but streaming strongly in the breeze ; 
he stands with his rifle and bayonet at " the ready," his 
head all bloody but unbowed, the incarnation of faithful 
courage and grim cheerfulness even unto death ; the type 
of the noblest spirits of our proud race, the first-fruits of a 
new harvest of blood in the world's dreadful day of ploughing 
and sowing and reaping. This khaki-clad figure in the 
thick tunic and the big hat, with the bull-dog face and the 
clear eyes — this hefty Hercules of latest times, who has 
bathed in Greek seas where of old Neptune drove his chariot 
to aid the Greeks against the Trojans, bathed with laughter 
and shout amid the splashing shells and the hissing bullets— 
this great-hearted boy who rushed up the steeps of hell and 
into the jaws of death — and stayed there — stayed for three 
parts of a year, from Spring to Summer and from Summer to 
Winter, from the time when the larks sang above the olive 
groves, and the blue anemones blossomed beside his unburied 
dead ; stayed till the Winter storms made the tortured 
ground white as a sepulchre, and the Winter gales fell in 
fury upon his rough caves and saps and trenches in the 
valleys and the beetling crags, and the wild waves dashed 
his landing-stage to fragments and unmoored his boats; 



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stayed till the order inexorably re-called him to an honour- 
able retreat, which, under a kindly Providence, he effected 
with matchless skill and discipline beneath a veiled moon 
and a dawning day. 

And while we remember the deeds of the Anzacs and 
their comrades of the British Army and Navy, can we forget 
our hallowed dead ? Far afield they lie in alien soil, but 
their name liveth for evermore. The valiant all do lie in 
glory who gave their lives into the keeping of the God of 
Battles and shed their blood in freedom's cause. Let us 
honour their names with wreaths of unfading laurel. And 
let us keep green the memory of every son who was faithful 
unto death. As Homer put into the mouth of noble Hector 
fitting words: — 

And to his memory raise, 
By the broad Hellespont, a lofty tomb ; 
And men in days to come shall say, who urge 
Their full-oar'd bark across the dark blue sea, 
Lo, there a warrior's tomb of days gone by." 

— Iliad VII., 100, Derby's Translations. 

The casualties at Gallipoli showed the deadly nature of 
the perils constantly and unfalteringly borne by our magnifi- 
cent troops. Often, in the later days in France, arguments 
of a friendly sort took place regarding the relative danger of 
the Gallipoli and French areas. All agreed that the hard- 
ships were greater on the Peninsula. Further, there was no 
respite, the place was like a prison-house. As General 
Munro said, " the situation had every military and naval 
disadvantage ; all the lines of communication were 
endangered. From the Turkish trench in Quinn's Post 
overlooking Shrapnel Valley to the promontory of Gaba 
Tepe, where hostile gun-fire was directed upon Anzac Beach, 
our dispositions lay under the enemy's eyes and guns. In 
addition, there were the perils of waters, storms, and sub- 
marines/' One remembers the words of King Henry V. 
incognito on the eve of Agincourt :— 

Williams :— " I pray you, what thinks he of our estate ? 
King Henry : — Even as men wrecked upon a sand, 
that looked to be washed off the next tide. 



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But on Anzac, as at Agincourt, the appearance of things 
did not weaken the resolution of British blood. The voice 
of sires spake great words, as those with which Ajax rallied 
the Greeks when driven back by the Trojans to the ships 
which were already being set on fire by enemy hands :— 

Quit ye like men, dear friends, remember now 
Your wonted valour ! Think ye in your rear 
To find supporting forces, or some fort 
Whose walls may give you refuse from your foe ? 
No city is nigh whose well-appointed towers 
Manned by a friendly race may give us aid ; 
But here upon the well-armed Trojan's soil, 
And only resting by the sea, we lie 
Far from our country ; not in faint retreat, 
But in our own good arms, our safety lies ! 

Iliad, XV., 848-857, Derby's Translations. 

My War Diary on 12th May, the date on which I landed 
at Gallipoli with the First Light Horse Brigade, contains the 
following entry : — "I could not sleep for a long time. The 
fire in the trenches rattled on, and the pounding of bombs 
was frequent ; but there is in every soul a window looking 
out upon the Infinite, and there is always a relief for the 
mind, even in circumstances never experienced before and 
full of uncertainty and danger for the future." Yes, there 
is " a window looking out upon the Infinite." Was not 
that the secret of Anzac ? Is not this the key to the spirit 
of the Anzacs and their successors, whose name was a terror 
to the Germans in Flanders and Picardy ? It inspired the 
" moral " of the Allies ; and God sent forth judgment unto 
victory. Is not this also the consolation of those who mourn 
brave lives fallen with faces turned to the golden East ? 
And, I ask again, is not this the hope of the future for 
Australia and the British Empire ? As Hamlet exclaims :— 

There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, 
Rough-hew them how we will. 

And Horatio adds, " That is most certain." 

This spirit is the strength of the loyalty of our sons to 
the mother of our Empire. As Dr. Robert Bridges, the 
present Poet-Laureate, wrote of the Anzacs: — 

Stern in onset or defence, 
Terrible in their confidence. 



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And again elsewhere : — 

Oh hearts so loving, eager and bold, 

Whose praise hath claim to be writ on the sky 

In letter of gold, of fire and gold — 

Never shall prouder tale be told 

Than how ye fought as the knights of old, 

' Against the heathen in Turkey, 

In Flanders, Artois, and Picardie.'* 

But above all the triumphs that also ye have won, 

This is the goodliest deed ye have done, 

To have sealed with blood in a desperate day 

The love-bond that binds us for ever and aye ! 



* Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. 



REV. J. W. BURTON, M.A. 

Preached in Albert Street Methodist Church, 
Brishane, on Anzac Day, 25th April, 1921 



Text. 

" And these all, having had witness borne to them 
through their faith, received not the promise, God having 
provided some better thing concerning us, that apart from 
us they should not be made perfect." 

—Hebrews XL, 39-40 (R.V.) 

OUR text refers to the nameless and uncounted dead of 
the Jewish nation. The writer has recounted the 
deeds of the valiant heroes whose names had become 
immortal in the proud history of his race, but he calls to 
mind the fact that there were countless others upon whose 
brow fame had placed no wreath. These, too, he must 
honour. They also had died in faith ; they had done their 
duty and served their nation, though they were unknown 
by name and unmarked by monumental stone. 

Our men too died in faith. That faith was for the 
most part inarticulate. It could not be cramped into any 
known and uttered creed, but it was truly faith. It was a 



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faith passionate and full of wild daring. They believed in 
freedom with an ardent though unreasoned conviction. 
Liberty was a flame of passion in their souls, and because 
these were challenged they leapt to the fight with an un- 
matched valour and with a spirit that was almost ferocity. 

We must be free or die who speak the tongue 
That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold 
That Milton held. 

We are met to-day to honour once more the memory of 
those of our own men who fought against such terrible odds, 
and who nobly striving fell. They were set what proved 
to be an almost impossible task ; they were asked to per- 
form an incredibly dangerous feat ; but they faltered not, 
though they were untried men, without the hardening 
experience of war. They laughed defiantly in the very face 
of death, and when at length by sheer force they overcame 
them, the smile had not died from their lips. They staked 
their all— and lost. They put their vision to the test — and 
had no reward. They made the great leap of faith — into the 
dark. But just because they had this dauntless faith in the 
invisible ; just because they scorned all counsels of prudence ; 
just because they impetuously believed that liberty and 
safety for others were dearer than life and happiness for 
themselves, they have joined that great army of those who, 
in all ages and in all climes and of all creeds, have been 
faithful unto death, and thus became the actual saviours 
of the world. 

These men, like the national heroes of our text, had a 
witness which was borne in upon them through the faith 
they held. They hated war with the intense loathing of all 
truly civilized men ; so they warred that war might be no 
more. There was for them no other way, and because the 
light fell for them on this path they trod it calmly and 
resolutely. They had no illusions about war ; none of the 
gay trappings of militarism appealed to them ; their colour 
was khaki — the colour of our good mother earth. Theirs was 
the service uniform, and it was in the spirit of service that 
they volunteered. There was no conscription in our land. 
Let us remember that they chose death. It was not the 



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heated choice engendered by the fierce excitement of battle, 
for each one had faced and accepted the challenge in the 
quiet of his own soul long before, and had calmly counted 
the uttermost cost. They knew instinctively that it was all 
wrong ; that the great tragedy should never have been. 
They felt that this outrage on humanity had been brought 
about by generations of muddling statesmen, by the clash of 
rival imperialisms, by the wicked fanning of international 
jealousies. Many believed that it was the result of foolish 
ambitions of party leaders, the greed of a sordid and 
unscrupulous commercialism, and the littleness of great men. 
And in all these things they had no part, with them no 
sympathy ; but the plain unmistakable fact was that the 
world's hard- won liberty was threatened ; that the strong 
seemed likely to trample on the weak ; so they chose the 
side they believed to be right, and gave themselves to it in 
one splendid abandon. So they fell. 

On Armistice Day, 19 19, I stood, with a million others, 
uncovered before that great Cenotaph in crowded Whitehall. 
I saw Lloyd George place a wreath at its base. The repre- 
sentatives of King and Queen laid their tribute before that 
plain monument. I watched President Poincare make his 
offering to our nation's dead. Then fell upon London that 
awful silence for the space of two minutes. For the first 
time in the long history of that city her heart ceased to beat. 
The silence was so intense that the flutter of the pigeons' 
wings away above us in the calm sky seemed to deepen it ; 
and the feeble cry of a child hushed by a mother reverberated 
(yes, that is the truly descriptive word), down Whitehall to 
Nelson's statue. Then the base was piled with flowers in 
memory of the nameless dead. I saw a poor woman, with 
faded mourning and streaming face, lay her wreath there. 
She wept for the son that had moved in her side, and with 
whose death the light of her life went out. 

But the nation rose to a yet greater height. A few 
months ago we buried in that stately Cathedral, that reposi- 
tory of the most precious dust of our race, the Unknown 
Soldier. It was the nation's tribute to the nameless dead. 
He may have been an Anzac ; he represented our dead. No 



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King nor Emperor had ever so great sepulcure. The greatest 
of our Empire bowed down before the Unknown. 

Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore ? 

Here, in streaming London's central roar. 
Let the sound of those he wrought for, 
And the feet of those he fought for, 

Echo round his bones for evermore. 

Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : 
The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : 
The black earth yawns ; the mortal disappears ; 
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. 



Speak no more of his renown, 
Lay your earthly fancies down, 
And in the vast Cathedral leave him, 
God accept him, Christ receive him ! 

These died vicariously. " They received not the pro- 
mise." They died for us. I remember those curious way- 
side shrines in France and Belgium. At first they rather 
revolted me ; but gradually a tenderness for them sprang 
up in my heart. I heard a chaplain tell of one of these. 
War had surged to and fro, and around the walls of the 
little shrine, men— Germans, French, Belgians, English- 
had carved names of mother and sweetheart. At the foot 
of the crucifix one man had carved a rude diamond, and 
within it had cut the words : — " In memory of my Mate, 
who gave his life for me." God only knows what a story 
was concealed in that sentence. And there was no fitter 
place to put it than beneath the wounded feet of our Lord 
That sacrifice was like unto His — vicarious and redemptive. 

They could not complete their task. " Apart from us 
they should not be made perfect." It is for us to perfect 
their sacrifice. Unless we do so they will have died in vain. 

There was one words that was ever upon the lips of 
our men. It was the word " Aussie." It was spoken with 
an accent of tenderness and with a touch of pride they could 
never conceal. It pictured for them the great gnarled 
shapeless gums which had been their companions from 
childhood ; it meant to them the golden wattle which 
gleamed even in the midst of the horrors of battle ; it meant 



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great stretches of ripening corn, vast marginless plains, 
where life was big and free. The last word on their lips, 
and the vision that held their eyes until death closed them 
for ever was " Aussie." My God, how they loved it ! They 
hoped, and died, for a free Australia. 

Are we faithful to their trust in us ? Think of the 
unseemly wrangle in politics, party against party, and the 
country falling back while men quarrel over selfish interests. 
Was it for this our heroes yielded up sweet life ? Think of 
the ugly strife between sectarian groups. On the ridges of 
Gallipoli and in the awful trenches of France there was 
neither Catholic nor Protestant. Would they not be 
ashamed of us to-day. 

We must perfect their faith. We have our task — in 
some sense one harder than theirs — to make the land worthy 
of the sacrifice. We must translate their dying vision into 
actual fact. Let us not break faith with them. I read some 
beautiful words on your tram-cars last week. They are 
the dying message of our men to us : — 

Take up our work, for as we go, 

To you, from falling hands we throw 

The torch. 
Be yours to hold it high. 
If you break faith with us who die, 
We shall not sleep though poppies blow 

In Flanders Fields." 

Our men died that there might be a clean Australia. 
Clean politics, honest commerce, pure domestic life, just 
social conditions— for these they died, and for these you and 
I must live, else we have broken faith with our dead. It is 
not brass tablets in churches, nor monuments in public 
squares, nor panegyric poems in gilt-edge books that our 
dead men demand, but they sternly cry for social justice, 
for honourable commerce, for stainless national honour, for 
private purity of motive and clean ambition. Through 
faith they had a glimpse of these things that God had fore- 
seen for us, and they call to us from the slopes and shores 
of Gallipoli to perfect their deed of redemption. 



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THE SUPREME SACRIFICE 

O ! valiant hearts who to your glory came 
Through dust of conflict and through battle-flame, 
Tranquil you lie, you knightly virtue proved, 
Your memory hallowed in the land you loved. 

Proudly you gathered rank on rank to war. 
As who had heard God's message from afar ; 
All you had hoped for, all you had, you gave 
To save mankind — yourselves you scorned to save. 

Splendid you passed, the great surrender made, 
Into the light that never more shall fade ; 
Deep your contentment in that blest abode, 
Who wait the last clear trumpet call of God. 

Long years ago, as earth lay dark and still, 
Rose a loud cry on a lonely hill, 
While in the frailty of our human clay 
Christ, our Redeemer, passed the self-same way. 

Still stands His Cross from that dread hour to this, 
Like some bright star above the dark abyss ; 
Still through the veil, the Victor's pitying eyes 
Look down to bless our lesser Calvaries. 

These were His Servants, in His Steps they trod 
Following through death the martyr'd Son of God, 
Victor He rose ; victorious too shall rise 
They who have drunk His cup of Sacrifice. 

O ! risen Lord, O ! Shepherd of our Dead 
Whose Cross has bought them, and whose Staff hath led ; 
In glorious hope their proud and sorrowing land 
Commits her children to Thy gracious hand. 



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REV. W. H. WINGFIELD 

President of the Baptist Association of Queensland, at the 
United Service, City Tabernacle, Monday, 25th April, 1921. 



Text. 

" Ye shall indeed drink of the cup that I drank of ; 
and with the baptism that I am baptised of withal shall 
ye be baptised." (Mark X, 39). 

WE have met this morning to do honour to those gallant 
men who have written the word Anzac across the 
glorious page of Empire. Gallipoli and the events which 
followed proved to us that we had not lost those ancient 
qualities of race which helped to build up our magnificent 
world-wide Empire. 

Ever since that memorable charge of Balaclava, when 
the brave men of the famous Light Brigade rode forth to 
certain death and placed the prestige of the British arms 
high on the pinnacle of chivalry and glory, have we sung 
their praises and repeated by book and verse the mighty 
deeds of that wonderful day, and now the opportunity is 
given to us to celebrate a charge no less famous ; no less 
courageous, and no less glorious — the famous charge of 
the Anzacs. 

True, no feat of arms, rich and wonderful as the history 
of Great Britain is, could excel the landing on Gallipoli and 
the taking of those heights which were scientifically regarded 
as impregnable. It meant the opening of a new chapter in 
Australian history, the history, as Professor Ernest Scott 
puts it, " Begins with a blank space on the map and ends 
with a new name, that of Anzac." 

The Anzac glory must not be limited to the men who 
stormed the heights of Gallipoli. We must also think 
of those who in other sectors and on other fields walked into 
the jaws of death, thinking it glorious to die for their country. 
We would not forget either at this time the part the women 
of our land played. We honour the mothers who gave of 



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their best to the Empire's cause, who parted with their most 
cherished possessions ; the wives, sisters, sweethearts, who 
heroically marred their own life's happiness that they might 
ensure the freedom of generations yet unborn. There was 
no braver section than the women of our Empire, without 
whom the war could not have been won. 

We would not forget that there are 60,000 of our bravest 
and best who were smitten in the prime of early manhood. 
As we stand beside those silent graves, with their crude 
crosses erected above them, let us remember that it was for 
their King, country, home and loved ones they died. The 
blessings we enjoy to-day, the blessings the future holds, is 
in a large measure due to the sacrifice of our gallant dead. 

Of the sacred spots where our honoured dead are lying 
we might apply the words of Abraham Lincoln when he 
dedicated the field of Gettysburg as a place of public burial : 

We cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we can- 
not hallow this ground. The brave men who struggled 
here have consecrated it far beyond our power to add or 
detract. It is for us the living to be dedicated to the 
unfinished work which they who fought here have thus 
far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here 
dedicated to the great task remaining before us ; that 
from these honoured dead we take increased devotion, 
and that we highly resolve that these dead shall not 
have died in vain." 

Mr. E. W. Bean says that the 60,000 men who gave 
their lives in Gallipoli and France did so for an ideal to 
make Australia a country to which one would be proud to 
belong, and a place which would be ideal to live in. If it is 
to be that these men have not died in vain. We must carry 
on and complete the work which they so heroically and 
successfully began. As they faced the foe from without and 
kept him from our borders, so we must shoulder arms and 
face the foe within and compel him to flee. There are 
forces in our midst that make for the disintegration of our 
Empire, and the undoing of all that the Anzacs did. There 
are evils in our midst which are undermining the life of the 
nations — intemperance, impurity, love of gambling. Unless 
these are put down they will undermine the moral fibre of 



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the nation. Depend upon it, nations last usually as long 
as they are worthy to last. That is as long as God can use 
them to subserve the higher purposes of humanity. Our 
beloved Empire will endure as long as it is worthy to endure, 
and no longer. It is for us, then, to make it worthy. Let us 
in the face of their great sacrifice, and in the presence of 
Almighty God, resolve that we shall dedicate our lives to 
the completion of the work which they so splendidly began. 



THE OLD GUARD. 



The Old Guard stands on a silent shore, which knows not time nor tide, 
Tattered and torn and battle-worn, but crowned with a country's pride. 
And never the fold of a flaunted flag, nor the blare of a brazen band, 
Will tell the tale of this April day on the shore where the Old Guard 

stand. 

The Old Guard sit round a phantom fire with, their rifles ready in reach, 
A sentry stands like a silhouette cut clear against the beach ; 
From the years gone by to the years to come their vigil must they keep, 
So the Old Guard take it watch for watch on the shore where their 
comrades sleep. 

Then over the oceans that lie between, salute we send this day, 

The big battalions are falling in where the Old Guard marched away ; 

There are gaps in the scroll when they call the roll, they are broken 

and battle-scarred, 
But where you have men of the same old breed you'll have the same 

Old Guard. 

They are not dead. There is no death for men of a deathless name, 
Garrison of our glory they — wards of a nation's fame ; 
And if ever there come war's distant drum, then deaf to danger and 
doubt, 

Shoulder to shoulder again we'll stand 

Can't you hear them ? — ■ 
" GUARD— TURN OUT ! " 



April 25, 1915. 



— " Oriel " in the Melbourne Argus. 



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©tber Sermons preacbefc tn Cburcbea 



REV. C. H. MASSEY 

Preached in St. Mark's Church of England, Warwick 

WE are met together to-day for a solemn service, which, 
I hope, will never lose its place in our life. This 
service is a solemn commemoration of all our brave soldiers 
who fell in the great war, and it is meet that once again we 
should pay a tribute to their name and fame. It is said, but 
not always recognised, that the greatest fame to which a man 
can attain is to die in the honourable service of his country. 
That place we willingly give to all those, our brethren, who 
have found a resting place in foreign lands. And it is our 
earnest prayer that whatever may be the vicissitudes of your 
national life in this country, their place and influence may 
never be forgotten. 

It is a happy coincidence that Anzac Day is celebrated 
on the festival of St. Mark, whose symbol is a winged lion, 
and in close connection with St. George's Day— our patron 
saint — who is the model of a brave and loyal Christian soldier. 
These two commemorations strikingly suggest to us two 
aspects of the great service of our soldiers — the almost 
superhuman feats of bravery and endurance, and their 
loyalty and faith to their God, their King, and their country 
in upholding the ideals of righteousness. In the late great 
war, as in all wars, glorious deeds were done which have won 
undying fame. These prove to us that whatever may be the 
outward veil of an individual's life, the highest ideals of 
human character are latent — only waiting to be called forth. 
But the time has come when we should begin to study the 
true import of these events, both to us as individuals and 
for our national life. The more we think over them the 
more we realise that certain great ideals shine out from 
amidst the crash and horror of the battlefield. We see in 
these glorious deeds a wonderful courage to which we pay 
the highest tribute ; we see a spirit of sacrifice which calls 



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forth our reverent attention ; we see a spirit of eager service 
which demands our fullest response. Many would deny any 
idealism in their actions. This may be due to modesty, or 
dislike of public attention, or perhaps principally failure to 
analyse their motives. We have frequently heard such 
expressions as " I merely went to do my bit." But in those 
simple words is contained a great confession of idealism, 
embodying all we would claim for them. We are not then 
surprised to find great ideals in practice on the battlefield. 
Is this spirit and are these ideals to die out ? Is all the 
bloodshed and the sacrifice of fine lives to be for nothing ? 
It rests with ourselves. The best commemoration of our 
fallen soldiers is to emulate their spirit and ideals in our 
private and public life. 

We must inspire this and the coming generations with 
the desire to aspire to the same ideals and show the same 
spirit, and thus will we perpetuate their memory in the only 
true and permanent way. We must all be convinced that we 
need these ideals more than ever to-day. We are now suffer- 
ing from the results of a great reaction. The strain, the 
demand, is now over. Discipline of life is loosened. Some- 
times it would seem as if all restraint were thrown aside and 
all the forces of evil were let loose in the world. But the 
demand is not over. If we are to pass safely through this 
dangerous period of transition there is demanded of us the 
same restraint as was imposed by the discipline of war time, 
and calls for the same ideals in practice as inspired those on 
the battlefield. Who will deny the need of a widespread 
spirit of sacrifice if we are to restore the true balance of life 
and make our national life worthy of its place in the affairs 
of the world ? Who will deny the need of a spirit of ready 
service for God, and King, and country, if each one is to do 
his full share and we are to steer the Ship of State safely 
through the troublous waters of the coming years ? With- 
out these ideals — in practice — we must fail, for they are the 
only permanent foundations of a true national life. It is our 
earnest hope that these annual commemorations may, while 
filling a proper place in our national life, help to keep these 
great ideals fresh before us. It is our duty to those who 
have fallen fighting for great ideals, practising great ideals, 



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to perpetuate these in our national life, otherwise their 
sacrifice will have been in vain. They seem to say to us, in 
the words of an Australian writer, written early in the 
war : — 

Why do you grieve for us who lie 

At our lordly ease by the Dardanelles ? 

We have no need for tears or sighs, 

We, who passed in the heat of fight 

Into the soft Elysian light ; 

Proud of our part in the great surprise, 

We are content. We had our day, 

Brief but splendid — crowned with power 

And brimming with action every hour 

Shone with a glory none gainsay. 

How can you grieve ? We are not alone ; 

There are other graves by the Dardanelles. 

Men whom immortal honour sang 

Come to our ghostly campfires' glow, 

Greet us as brothers, and tell us : " Lo, 

So to our deeds old Troy rang." 

Thus will the ages 'yond our ken 

Turn to our story, and having read, 

Will say with proudly uncovered head 

And reverent breath, " Oh, God, they were men." 

That is their message to us. They were men, and call 
us to play our part in life as men and women in the fullest 
sense, ready to do our part whenever the call comes in the 
cause of righteousness in the world. 



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REV. A. MAXWELL 

Preached in St. Peter's Church of England, Gympie 

THE Rector, Rev. A. Maxwell, said that day was the 
sixth anniversary of the wsrld-famous landing of the 
Australian troops on Gallipoli. They were gathered to 
commemorate that great event in Australian history. They 
desired to remember with reverential pride those who landed 
and fought and fell on Gallipoli, and had not returned to 
them ; also to remember before God those who had fought 
and fallen in other battlefields of the great war. What lent 
special solemnity to their parade and service that day was 
that they had erected there in God's house a permanent 
memorial to 60 Church of England boys who gave their 
lives in defence of all that white men hold dear. Could 
there have been a finer spirit shown than was displayed on 
that April morning, six years ago, when those gallant sons of 
Australia were towed ashore in boat loads from the warships 
and flung themselves on the Anzac beaches, and stormed the 
heights in the teeth of a murderous fire. All the world said 
it was an impossible task, and so it was to all but such men 
as Australia mourns— the brightest and best of her sons. 
They fell as fast as they landed ; but more and more came 
pouring on shore behind them, until at last the heights were 
won. It was no wonder that a British General said to him : 
" If they had been all like those Anzac men, padre, we should 
have got through long ago." The dear old flag waves on 
Gallipoli to-day. The men whom they honoured were living 
somewhere to-day, although their heroic dust is mingled 
with the clay of many battlefields. 

Somewhere thou livest and hast need of Him, 
Somewhere thy soul sees higher heights to climb, 

And somewhere still there may be valleys dim, 
That thou must pass to reach the heights sublime. 

Then all the more because thou canst not hear, 
Poor human words of blessing, will I pray, 

O, true brave Anzac heart, God bless thee wheresoever 
In this wide universe thou art to-day. 



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Continuing, Mr. Maxwell said the highest courage was 
that which shrank from death in every quivering fibre, yet 
for truth, for love, for man, for God, dared to die — so was it 
with the Anzac men. What kind of discipline was theirs 
who dared to do and die so heroically ? It was the discipline 
of great hearted free men. At the landing no less than 
4,500 Anzacs fell in two days — many recovered from their 
wounds and landed a second and even a third time to carry 
on the great fight for the world's freedom. The 25th April, 
1915, was a great day for Australia — it was the birthday of 
our nation — the greatest day in our history. What was 
done by Australia's brave lads on that day will not onlv 
inspire to noble deeds the present generation, but genera- 
tions yet unborn. 

In St. Peter's Church they had done what they could to 
honour and perpetuate the splendid Anzac spirit. In all 
ages men had used stone to mark great events which they 
did not wish to be forgotten. When all other traces of a 
great nation were swept away, the solid stones alone remained 
to speak of ancient and to tell of mighty civilisation long 
since passed away. The work upon this Anzac memorial 
they were about to unveil was extensively solid and well 
done, and he could not praise too highly the faithful work- 
manship. 

The Church of England men formed 50 per cent, of the 
Australian armies that went to the front in the great war, 
and in England they formed 75 per cent. Three hundred 
Church of England men enlisted from the Gympie district, 
of whom 60 made the supreme sacrifice, or, as the Anzacs 
said, " Went West." 

The memorial was undoubtedly the handsomest and 
most massive of its kind erected in the district, and for 
many reasons this was a most interesting and historic event. 
Firstly, because many of those whose memories will be 
perpetuated were natives of the city and district, grown 
up in the Sunday schools, baptised and confirmed in the 
Church where they were assembled. Secondly, they 
deserved remembrance because they died in foreign lands, 
far from home and kindred. Thirdly, they deserved remeni- 



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brance because they died a glorious death, fighting for the 
flag — for the flag that true Britons all the world over hold 
to be dearer than life itself. For those reasons, good and 
sufficient to every patriotic and justice loving man, they 
made those 60 men their heroes, and their heroes they would 
remain through all time. The memorial would never cease 
to speak of the dead to the living, and would, he trusted, 
never cease to inspire all who lived in Gympie, or who would 
live, visit and worship there after they had gone. Their 
stone memorial perpetuated the memory of brave men, 
who fought and bled and died for the great and glorious 
principles of British justice, British freedom, British fair 
play in the great world war. 



" I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, con- 
cerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even 
as others which have no hope. For if we believe that 
Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep 
in Jesus will God bring with Him." (1 Thess., IV., 13-14). 



NE of the most attractive features of the Christian 



v — religion to a pagan enquirer into the Christian faith 
must have been the doctrine of the resurrection to eternal 
life, which was so insistently preached by St. Paul, and the 
people to whom St. Paul wrote were largely converts from 
paganism. In their pagan days death was to them a 
hideous thing — an evil thing which irrevocably cut them off 
from their loved ones without leaving them any sort of con- 
solation. It set up a barrier which no prayer could break 
down. What a contrast was the Christian hope ! And the 
source of that hope was the resurrection of our Lord Jesus 



REV. C E. SMITH 



Rector St. John's Church of England, Cairns 



Text. 




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Christ. So St. Paul bids these Thessalonians not to be sorry 
for those who had fallen asleep as the heathen around them. 
Sorrow and despair were natural to the heathen, but the 
Christian must not allow himself to be overcome with grief, 
but rather look upon death as the entrance to a longer and 
fuller life with Christ. 

We, too, have that hope in our hearts on this anniversary 
of St. Mark's Day, or Anzac Day, as we more familiarly call 
it. And we have come here this morning to bear witness to 
our faith in the resurrection of the dead, and to commemorate 
our fallen comrades who lie in the soil of Gallipoli, or France, 
or Palestine, or under the sea. We do not sorrow for them 
as those without hope. During these great forty days of 
Eastertide the truth of the resurrection of Jesus has been 
much in our thoughts, and because He rose from the dead 
we believe we and our fallen brethren will also rise. They 
have passed out of one chamber of God's kingdom into 
another. That is how I put it once at Buire just before a 
" stunt " to a number of our men who had gathered round 
an altar erected under the trees. 

But we are sensible men, and we recognise the imper- 
fections of humanity. An army is made up of all sorts 
and conditions of men — good, bad and indifferent — men of 
piety and men in whom piety is conspicuous by its absence. 
But my experience of four years with the army is that while 
none are perfect, there is often to be found under a rough 
exterior a depth of human kindness and many Christian 
virtues. It is not for us to judge them. Without condoning 
slackness in Christians, we come here this morning with the 
hope of eternal life for all, and to plead the Holy Sacrifice 
of the Eucharist for all our fallen brethren. That is the only 
reason for our being here to-day. Each one of us can take 
part in this service and pray for the souls of the fallen. And 
there is the future. Those who fell made a great sacrifice. 
This new nation still needs sacrifice. Each of us can give 
something — our lives dedicated to the service of our country 
that this country may not only have a place among the 
nations of the world, but also in the Commonwealth of God. 
On this Anzac Day dedicate yourselves to His seivice. 



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REV. HENRY GLAZIER 

Preached in St. Luke's Church ot England, Miles 



Text. 

" He that loseth his life for My sake shall find it." 
(Matthew X., 39). 

HOW utterly meaningless these words would be if death 
were the end of all. Without immortality human life 
is a colossal enigma, and death an inscrutable mystery. 
What of those who fought for righteousness and fell in the 
hour of final victory ? Think of the eager brain stilled ere 
it had done its thinking — the tuneful heart stopped ere it 
has uttered its melody ; the busy hands quiet ere they have 
finished their task ; the keen eyes closed ere they have seen 
the fruit of their labour. Brethren, what of the lives laid 
down — is this the end ? Christ's answer is an emphatic 
"No." "He that loseth his life for My sake shall find it." 
Here Christ gives us an assurance of the continuity of life. 

One of the fruits of this assurance is a new estimate of 
life. That is to say, the worth of life is in its deeds, rather 
than its days. " He most lives who thinks most, feels the 
noblest, acts the best." The true estimate of human worth 
is in its purpose — its intent, rather than its actual achieve- 
ment. With God the intention is the actual, the ideal is 
the real. He accepts the sharpened sickle for the gathered 
harvest, and the drawn sword for the accomplished victory. 
Christ is also teaching us in this text that the only way to 
the highest life is by sacrifice. Life becomes fruitful only as 
it becomes sacrificial. Human love in all its purest and best 
forms is sacrificial. The highest dignity of womanhood is 
only reached through the sacrifices and danger of mother- 
hood. Sacrifice is ever the way of life. Battles cannot be 
won without sacrifice. Nations cannot be saved without 
sacrifice. Moral progress cannot be achieved without 



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sacrifice. Christ Himself could not have saved the world by 
His teaching. He had to die for it. Sacrifice discloses as 
nothing else does the inherent nobility of character. If any 
man can be said to have opened his heart to the spirit of 
Christ — that is, the Spirit of utmost sacrifice — it is the man 
who gives up his life for the sake of his fellows. The highest 
expression of life is love. The highest expression of love is 
sacrifice, and the highest expression of sacrifice is life. 

" Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay 
down his life for his friends." Christ also teaches us that in 
the ministry of sacrifice nothing is lot. " Whosoever loseth 
his life for My sake shall find it." The lives laid down in 
the great battles of the past have not been lost. The fruit 
of their sacrifice remains to-day in our liberty of worship, 
our freedom of conscience, and in our rights of citizenship. 
Sacrifice is the law of progress. What of the lives laid down 
in the war ? Are they lost to civilisation ? No ! The 
ideals for which they have died will live in the justice of our 
rule, the humanity of our policy, and the moral supremacy 
of our great British Empire. What of the men themselves ? 
Let Christ answer : — " He that loseth his life for My sake 
shall find it." And concerning the body inhabited by those 
who have fought and died for truth and honour and Christ, 
hear St. Paul speak : — "It is sown in corruption ; it is 
raised in incorruption ; it is sown in dishonour ; it is raised 
in glory ; it is sown in weakness ; it is raised in power ; it is 
sown a natural body ; it is raised a spiritual body." 
Nothing is lost. The act of sacrifice has set in motion the 
action of a glorious transformation. Christ came from the 
tomb with a body that had passed into a higher type — 
spiritual, majestic, incorruptible — and this to us is the 
pledge of a splendid perfection. As Christ died for us, so 
men have been dying for others ; and as men have been 
dying for others, it helps us to understand how Christ died 
for us. He died for you ; He died for me. 

Apart from Him all gain is loss, 

All labour vainly done ; 
The solemn shadow of Thy Cross 

Is better than the sun. 



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REV. FATHER PAUL LYNCH. 

Chaplain-Captain A.I.F. 
Preached in Catholic Chur.h, Roma, April 25, 1921. 

I AM glad it was decided on to disassociate from this, the 
sixth commemoration of Anzac Day, the frivolous 
settings of a public holiday. To most of our people, I feel 
sure, a public holiday such as we are used to, without any 
restrictions, must seem out of keeping with their feelings on 
such a day as this. If there is to be a public holiday let it 
be such as I am given to understand exists in New Zealand, 
with certain reservations calculated to safeguard the sacred- 
ness of the day. The memory of this day is too deep and 
too sacred for anything that smacks of the frivolous, and it 
would ill become us to associate it with what is vainglorious 
or noisy, or superficial. How, I ask, does a women who has 
loved and been loved with the love of a faithful spouse 
commemorate the death of her beloved ? Not surely in 
vainglory, nor in shoutings, nor in empty shallow forms. 
There is love and sorrow so deep and so abiding that words 
and every form of outward show are powerless to express ; 
there are recesses in our hearts where emotions of love are 
stirred which are almost too sacred for words. The love 
our fifty thousand, nay, closer to sixty thousand, dear 
departed ones have shown us entitles them, does it not, to 
an abiding place in those recesses of our hearts ? We give 
them that place, and we ourselves take refuge as their 
beloved ones should in silent though hopeful sorrow, in pride 
praiseworthy and just without vainglory, and in resolves 
that are set and inflexible. Advisedly I say it, in a spirit 
of silent sorrow — why ? that so many of them have fallen ; 
in a spirit of just pride — why ? that our own flesh and blood 
proved so brave in life and death ; and in a spirit of set 
inflexible purpose — why ? that their spirit of courage and 
godliness, and patriotism may inspire our own lives. 

It is not, believe me, without deep emotion and crowd- 
ing saddening memories I take my stand here to-night, and 
with you pay a tribute of love and respect to those sixty 



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thousand comrades who have given their young and pro- 
mising lives to their country. Have you paused and 
pondered on it ? Between fifty and sixty thousand. Has 
the greatness of the sacrifice ever gripped your faculties ? 
Look around you — fifty, we are more than that here ; five 
hundred we may be that ; three thousand five hundred is 
about the population of Roma ; multiply that by 18 or 20 
and think of 18 or 20 towns of the population of Roma 
still in death. Then say to yourselves, sixty thousand of 
the picked sons of this young Commonwealth, sixty thousand 
young Australians, offered as a holocaust on the altar of 
their country. In memory sad, yet full of hope and comfort, 
we stand over their graves in spirit to-day on the shores of 
the Dardanelles, on the sandy graveyards of Egypt and 
Palestine, on the blood-drenched and shell-pocked fields of 
Flanders, and on the sacred soil of France and the home- 
lands. 

Your feelings are entirely in unison with mine. Of that 
I am sure. We cannot express as we would, all that is in 
our hearts. To-day, above all days, there is sorrow and 
sympathy for the loss of those whose faces we shall see no 
more. No more shall we look upon those friends and 
companions of bygone days. Their lives on earth are ended ; 
they have moved on. For a little while the nation pauses 
to lay its tribute of love and respect on their graves. We 
have commended their souls to God ; we leave them in His 
keeping. Where better could we leave them ? 

For the bereaved ones, is there no word of comfort ? 
Is there not the promise " I will raise them up on the last 
day ? " Bereavements, believe me, can be for all who have 
faith in God's sweet ministries of love. Does not God assure 
us He will turn all things to the good of those that love 
Him ? If we could only penetrate to the heart of things we 
would surely find that those cruel bereavements of the past 
five years have in very many cases done what little else 
could do. They have ennobled the family union ; they have 
given tone and character to fatherhood and motherhood, 
and brotherhood ; they have made two worlds real, where 
there was only one, and, above all, they raised the hearts of 



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the bereaved to where, we trust, the loved ones are, and to 
the One who saw fit to take them. As the shepherd, you 
may have observed, when he can't get the sheep to follow 
takes the lamb on his shoulder and then the parents follow. 

We celebrate this day also in a spirit of just pride, that 
those of our own flesh and blood proved so brave in life 
and death. Their deeds of bravery are countless ; the world 
resounds in praise of their prowess. For four and a-half 
years I was an eye-witness of many individual and corporate 
acts of courage and unselfishness on and off the field of 
battle in Egypt, Gallipoli, and Flanders. The average 
" digger " knew how to live and die for a cause and for his 
mate ; his was not an untempered courage rising from a 
resentment and projects of revenge. The spirit of their race 
and their cause carried them forward, and despite the 
difficulties and dangers that bristled in the way, they gained 
their objective. There is a greater courage than that of the 
soldier on the battle-field, 'tis that of the soldier in the sick 
ward. Ask our devoted sisters who nursed these lads back 
to health and life where they saw the most courage — a 
courage that won their love and admiration. For close on 
two years I had an opportunity as a patient in the military 
hospitals to observe the devotedness of those sisters and the 
heroism of those men ; previous to that at intervals it was 
my duty to visit the wards of many a hospital. I dare to 
say this : — " There was no hero on the battle-field so heroic 
as these poor, spent, and broken remnants of our armies 
who often for the space of months and years suffered days 
and nights, to finally pour out that precious life like a cup 
of mingled pain and gladness for those they loved." 

I want you to be proud, very proud, of what your own 
flesh and blood have achieved in the late great war. Pride 
of race and nationalty and achievement is just and com- 
mendable. I will read to you the words of an Englishman, 
a very distinguished war correspondent, Ashmead Bartlett : 
— "I do not suppose that any country in its palmiest days 
sent forth to the field of battle a finer body of men than 
these Australian, Maoriland, and Tasmanian troops. 
Physically, they are the finest lot of men I have seen in 



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any part of the world. In fact, I had no idea such a race 
of men existed in the twentieth century. Some of these 
battalions average 5ft. ioin., and every man seems to be a 
trained athlete. There are doctors, lawyers, civil engineers, 
gentlemen of independent means, farmers, and miners in the 
ranks, ready to fight side by side, each carrying his 70 odd 
pounds of equipment and ammunition as if he had been 
born with it on his back." 

That description of the Anzacs as I knew them does not 
strain a point. The manliest and bravest of other nations 
doffed their hats to these giants and joined in the chorus of 
praise. What was so well done by the " Bill- Jim " in 
Gallipoli, Palestine, and France has inspired poet and prose 
writer ; yet all their word paintings do not bring home to us 
their great qualities as vividly as does the simple testimony 
of the fierce Gurkha warrior, who almost defies that virtue 
which commands the respect of all, and which none may 
dare belittle. That Gurkha proved himself a shrewd 
observer when he remarked : — " One shell, new chum duck ; 
two shell, French duck ; three shell, Gurkha duck ; four shell, 
Australian say, ' one more blessed swine/ him no duck." 
Again the Gurkha gives the " Bill-jim " the palm when, 
holding out his right arm and putting his left hand on his 
right shoulder, he says : — " Gurkha that much better than 
all the world," then, removing his left hand and placing it 
on the wrist of the right, adds : — " Australia that much 
better than Gurkha." Add to that the simple testimony of 
the peasantry and townspeople of France as I witnessed it, 
particularly on the Somme, when the Hun routed the Fifth 
Army. The Australians were put in the gap at the most 
vital points of the battle-line to stem the tide of the enemy's 
victorious onrush. " Vivent les Australiens," these good 
people used to shout, " il ne faut pas avoir peur les Aus- 
traliens viennent " (no need to fear now the Australians are 
here). 

You must feel justly proud of the courage of the 
" digger," as he was called ; of his great chivalry, his wonder- 
ful resource and initiative, but what made me, as an Irishman, 
love him most of all was his vivid sense of humour and that 



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sturdy independence of the born democrat, who has no 
stomach for humbug and the relics of feudalism and any 
form of " kowtowism." In no other race that I know of is 
Burns' radicalism " a man's a man for a' that," so fully 
realised. 

The " digger's " sense of humour was always keen and 
quick. Their drollery never deserted them, not even in the 
front line. This was an experience of mine in the streets 
of Sailly : — I stopped to speak to a " digger " I knew well 
who had had more drink than he could carry with decency. 
Thinking there was only French beer procurable in the town 
at the time, and knowing he could not get drunk on that, I 
said to him : — " Where did you get it, Warri ? " (a contrac- 
tion of his name). He knew I referred to English beer. 
" Mum's the word, Father, down at such a place, you know 
it wouldn't do to tell everyone." " It would be better for 
you," I said, " to stick to the French beer, 'tis good for the 
thirst, and you can't go wrong on it." " Do you mind me 
telling you, Father, what I think of that stuff ? " " Carry 
on," I said. " Well, Father, drinking that stuff is like 
kissing your sister, there ain't no bite in it." I told this 
yarn soon after to that sterling friend of the diggers, " Fight- 
ing Mac." He didn't laugh a little bit ; why, he nearly fell 
off his perch, he shook with laughter. Such little sallies of 
fun and humour brightened many a dull spell over there, 
and proved a tonic to drooping spirits. 

Finally, I say, let us also commemorate this day in a 
spirit of inflexible resolve, determined to keep alight in our 
souls those ideals that go a long way towards making 
individuals and nations — those ideals of courage, godliness, 
and patriotism of which our soldiers have given us such a 
bright example. They leave behind them, those dear 
departed ones, a memory, a very precious legacy to all who 
knew them. We treasure that legacy, that memory, kept 
green by the presence of their wounded comrades in our 
midst Let that memory be ever a trumpet call that we, 
too, have a great work to do. They died for us ; they laid 
down their lives for their friends. Did you ever think what 
their message to each of us might be? It might well be 



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such as this : — " In all things keep up your courage, be 
conquerors, love God, love Australia." 

Conquer what ? What I often said to the boys I say 
to you now : — " The territory under our own hats ; put the 
base things behind our backs ; play the man ; purge out 
of our lives the sins that shame and weaken ; see to it that 
Australia will be a better country and Australians a worthier 
race for our being in it." 

Every one of those sixty thousand would din this into 
our ears also : — " For God's sake, if you love us, look after 
our mates." How can we say with any sincerity we love 
them whom we no longer see, if we love not their mates 
whom we do see ? Dear beyond words to them are the 
mates who shared their joys and sorrows, the lights and 
shadows, the sunshine and storm of their days in camp and 
billet and battle-front. Professions of love and loyalty are 
cheap, and can be a cloak for humbug. The test of these 
things is deeds or service, certainly not words. Let us, then, 
on this of all days, face this matter squarely and size it up. 
What individual and what organised effort are being put 
forth in each home, in each business, in each society of this 
town and district to further the interests of our returned 
boys ? Why do some of these men, broken in body and 
spirit, take refuge in drink and suicide ? Only a short time 
ago a suicide of one such occurred outside this town. Why, 
also, I ask you, are there so many weekly making their way 
to parsonage and presbytery unemployed and very often 
almost bootless, clothesless, and foodless ? If during the 
war we had our Red Cross why not now the Yellow Cross 
for those in distress, and if the men won't raise the Cross, 
then I appeal to our noble-hearted women. Could there not 
be in every large centre with a little goodwill and organised 
effort on the part of all, and especially our moneyed people, 
who owe so much to the blood and sufferings of our boys, 
a returned soldiers' club or if you will, a relief depot ? 

A parting word. For God's sake let us close our ranks 
and be united as were the " diggers " over there. Union 
is the stronghold of true patriotism. 1,750,000,000 is the 
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550,000,000 of that; that leaves 1,200,000,000 of the coloured 
races. While the white races double only every 80 years, 
the yellow do so every 60, and the black every 40. I ask 
you, can we afford disunion ? The task has fallen from the 
nerveless hands of those 60,000 whose memories we cherish. 
Let their voices ever urge us onwards and upwards that we 
also may pass triumphantly from these plains of earth to 
the Paradise of God. 



REV, FATHER SWEENEY 

Preached in St. Joseph's Cathedral, Rockhampton 

THE Rev. Father Sweeney said that they had assembled 
that day before God's holy altar to commemorate the 
day known to the world as Anzac Day — a day on which 
the Australian soldier brought honour, glory, and renown 
to his native land, a day on which Australia proved her 
undeniable right to be numbered among the household of 
the nations. They had also met to worship God, to give 
Him honour, to return Him their deepest gratitude for the 
safe deliverance of thousands of their stalwart sons, who, 
having fought for liberty and conquered, had returned to 
the fair land that bore them. They had also met to implore 
the God of mercy and compassion for forgiveness for any 
weakness or faults that might check their glorious dead — 
who in the battle for freedom fell — in attaining their heavenly 
reward. To stimulate our worship, honour, and gratitude ; 
to stimulate our appeals for mercy and compassion. 

It is not necessary for me to detail the superb and 
glorious history of Anzac, a history of endurance and self- 
sacrifice, in many instances of supreme sacrifice, a history 
assuredly which made the name of Australia a name of 
honour throughout the world. There is no need for detail. 
Suffice it to say it was for us, it was for each one of us, that 
the Anzac risked his life, laid down his life. In truth our 
soldiers proved our saviours. We indeed owe them a debt 



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of everlasting gratitude. They fought, suffered, and fell for 
us that we might continue to be free, so that, after the 
vicissitude of battle, Australia might rise nobler, purer, 
more erect, and more glorious than before. 

We are indebted to the Anzac for a grand lesson in the 
virtue of patriotism, a virtue most pleasing to Almighty 
God. We loved Australia well before the world-wide war ; 
but the Anzac by his deeds of daring, by his sacrifice, has 
taught us a deeper and more intensified love of our native 
land. And at what a cost that lesson was taught ! 

It was demonstrated by fearful suffering, endurance, and 
sacrifice, demonstrated amidst the smoke of conflagration, 
in the stream of blood. Patriotism it was that moved the 
arm of the Anzac, who fought and died for liberty. As 
Christians, as Catholics, we love first and foremost our God. 
He is the beginning and end of our love, and, secondly, we 
love our lovely morning land — Australia. Pro Deo pro 
patria (for God and country) has ever been the motto of all 
Australian Catholics, and I know it is the motto of all true 
Australians. 

We love God because He is our Creator, because He is 
•our Father, and because He is worthy of our love. We love 
Him because our hearts were created by Him and because 
He is the end and object of our love. 

We love our country, since that first Anzac Day, with 
more tenderness, with more intensity. Who can doubt that 
Australia is worthy, most worthy, of our love ; for, from 
whatever point of view we regard our country, she offers 
us the sweetest and tenderest incentives to love. She is the 
blessed spot of our birth ; she guards our home, the dear 
scenes of the times of our childhood, the silent grave, per- 
haps, wherein repose the bones of our dear father or mother. 
She is the sweet bond of a family of brothers and sisters 
that speak the same language, follow the same customs, and 
share with their whole heart in our joys and in our hopes. 
Why not, then, love our glorious country ? 

We certainly do love our country with our whole heart, 
but we try to love it as it is proper for those to love an 
earthly country, who look forward to a heavenly country, 



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always mindful that we have not here a lasting city. As 
Catholics we can be true to our holy mother the Church, and 
we can be true to Australia. Neither the doctrine of the 
Church nor her precepts, nor her counsels interfere with that 
love of country. As Leo XIII. said, the supernatural love 
of the church and the natural love of country are twin 
loves, daughters of the same eternal principle, God Himself 
being their sole author and originating cause. Should people 
say that Catholics are disloyal, the Anzac Catholic and 
non-Catholics, sleeping side by side on the shell-swept battle- 
fields, give a dignified and reverential answer. 

God is my love's first duty, 

To Whose eternal name, 
Be praise for all Thy beauty 

Thy grandeur and Thy fame. 
But ever have I reckoned 
Thine native flag my second. 

Let us learn the Anzac lesson to thus cherish and love 
•our native land, and, if possible, with greater love and 
reverence than before. This love of native land has been 
implanted in our breasts by Almighty God. It is our duty 
to foster and cherish it, and take care that it does not become 
dormant. We are deeply thankful for all that the Anzacs 
have accomplished on behalf of Australia and on our own 
behalf, but the best thanks are often those which express 
themselves least in words. Our young men left Australia 
buoyed with promises of fidelity to fight for freedom. 

We pray and trust that those who were loudest in 
making those promises, if they have not already fulfilled 
them, will bring about their realisation before it is too late. 
We owe a debt of gratitude to our glorious dead. It is to 
pay a portion of this debt that we assemble here this morn- 
ing. It is the chief reason of our kneeling to-day around 
God's altar. 

What of our dead — those of our Catholic soldiers who fell 
and now sleep their last long sleep — some on the sandhills 
of fateful Gallipoli, some in the sanctified land of Palestine, 



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and some in far-distant France ? The consoling doctrine 
of our Catholic faith — the communion of saints — comes to 
our assistance. It is one of the most beautiful and divine 
doctrines that the church teaches and practices. 

Death is in reality no separation, no fierce rending 
asunder of heart from heart, of soul from soul. We are 
able to assist our dead by our prayers. It is a holy and 
wholesome thought to pray for the dead that they may be 
loosed from their sins. Pray for our fallen soldiers that, 
through your prayers, not only they may be admitted to 
the glory of God, but also that you may share in the reward 
which our Lord promised in the words " Blessed are the 
merciful for they shall obtain mercy." 

Christian mothers, be proud of your sons. Of all griefs, 
of all human sorrows, yours is, perhaps, the most worthy 
of veneration. Stand erect and firm by Mary, the mother 
of sorrow, at the foot of the cross and hear the words " Oh, 
all ye who pass by the way attend and see if there be any 
sorrow like unto my sorrow." " Greater love than this no 
man hath," said our Saviour, " that a man lay down his 
life for his friends." And the soldier who dies to save his 
brothers, and to defend the hearths and altars of his country, 
reached this highest of all degrees of charity. 

For our dead soldiers we expect the immortal crown 
of the elect, for this is the virtue of a single act of perfect 
charity ; it cancels a whole lifetime of sins. It transfers 
a sinful man into a saint. 

Their gallant swords may broken lie, 
Their bones may bleach 'neath a foreign sky ; 
But their souls we know can never die, 
For they march in a deathless army. 

The Anzacs, living and dead, have fought well. They 
deserve all that we can possibly return them. We honour 
them, we thank them, we give them the gratitude of our 
young nation. We pray for the returned men that God will 
give them long years to continue that glorious work which 
they began at Gallipoli, perfected in France, and concluded 
in Australia. 



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REV. T. HARVEY 

Preached in St. Thomas' Presbyterian Church, Dalby 
Text. 

" Now when Jesus was in Bethany in the house of 
Simon the leper, there came unto him a woman having 
an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured 
it on his head as he sat at meat. But when his disciples 
saw it they had indignation, saying, ' To what purpose 
is this waste ?' " (Matthew XXVI., 6, 7, 8). 

r F"'HE preacher said they had met together to com- 
*• memorate the heroism and great achievements of our 
soldiers, not only of those who had taken part in that mem- 
orable landing on the barren cliffs of Gallipoli on April 25, 
1915, but also all our men who had fought in the great war 
wherever they happened to be. He drew a parallel between 
the sacrifice of the woman in pouring the ointment over the 
head of Jesus and the soldiers of our land in pouring out 
their life's blood in the noble cause of liberty. The fragrance 
of their sacrifice, like the fragrance of the ointment, was a 
precious thing, and one liked to think that this filled our 
hearts with gratitude for all our men had done for us. 

It was perhaps natural that, like the disciples, people 
were sometimes apt to ask, " To what purpose is this 
waste ? " There were two answers. One was that there 
was no purpose ; that the war was the outcome of human 
folly and madness ; a struggle for world-mastery between 
the nations. The other answer was that out of this great 
outpouring of human life there would yet be revealed the 
divine purpose, and that out of the seeming tragic waste of 
human life there would rise something great and good. He 
instanced the death of Jesus Christ on the Cross as an 
apparently purposeless sacrifice at the time, but the fragrance 
of the sacrifice had permeated the ages. 

The genius of man would be able to replace much in 
material things that was destroyed in the war, but the one 
irreparable and irreplacable thing was the human life that 
was destroyed. The preacher referred in sympathetic terms 
to ,the loss of so many of our bravest and best, and of the 



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broken hearts and broken bodies left behind. What was the 
purpose of it all ? In the outpouring of the life of Jesus 
the answer was sacrifice. 

Our people died in their thousands for a cause that they 
believed had the Divine approval, and while many had very 
crude notions of the thing they were yet willing to shed their 
blood for their fellow-creatures. It was through war and 
bloodshed that the Israelites had been delivered from the 
bondage of slavery ; that Zion had been built among the 
hills of Judea as a holy city. 

It was through war and bloodshed that, in the eighth 
century, the hordes of Mohamed were stopped from over- 
running the world. It was through war and bloodshed that 
Napoleon's ambitions had been conquered and an era of 
peace ushered in on the continent of Europe. It was through 
war and bloodshed that the nations of the world had been 
freed from the domination of the greatest military autocracy 
the world had ever known. It was war and bloodshed that 
saved our greatest freedom to us. 

Under the Union Jack they were the freest people in the 
world to-day, and for this they had to be grateful for the 
sacrifice of our own people. We rejoiced in and held their 
memory sacred as we thought of their great deeds, and we 
should determine in our hearts to re-consecrate our lives 
towards helping and building up a nation and a people that 
would be worthy of the brave Anzacs whose memory we 
•cherish. 



PEACE AFTER STRIFE 

Peace after strife, and after labor — rest. 
Who gives himself gives unto God his best. 

Now — in war's grim remorseless tragedies — 

Soft turf, and fragrant flowers, and whispering trees, 

And, in our hearts, undying memories. 

Thrice happy you who, freed from mortal care, 
Range God's highways and breathe His nobler air. 

All that you had you gave to save life's soul, 
Now you are healed and in His love made whole. 

In His vast labors you will have your place, 

And build with Him the Kingdom of His Grace. 



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REV. WM. JOHNSTON, B.A. 

Preached in St. Stephen's Presbyterian Church, Toowoomba 



Once to every man and nation comes the moment to 
decide 

In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or 
evil side ; 

Some great Cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the 

bloom or blight, 
And that Choice goes by for ever, 'twixt that darkness 

and that light. 

THAT moment came, and that cause appealed to us in 
August, 1914, and we were not deaf to the appeal, 
nor false to the duty of the hour. There were those who 
feared for the spirit of the Empire, lest we had grown soft, 
and there were those who feared for their profits, lest the 
balance of trade should go against us, but our Empire 
refused to be traitors to its past, or to count the cost when 
duty and honour called, and our young men volunteered in 
millions for service in the trenches, on the high seas, and in 
the air in response to the call, " England expects every 
man to do his duty." 

Not once or twice in our old Empire's story, 
The path of Duty was the way to Glory. 

We meet to-day with sad hearts, for we mourn for the 
brave who fell, but we meet also with thankful hearts, 
because in the fateful days of August, 1914, we made that 
momentous decision to take the hard road of duty and 
sacrifice and because the flower of the Empire, of this State, 
of this city, our sons and our brothers, were not found 
wanting in the day of our testing. We had many dark days, 
how dark we are only now beginning to learn, days when it 
s eemed that our defeat was certain, right from the beginning 



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till as late as July, 1918, when our enemies were pressing us 
hard, and our armies were retreating, and when the onslaught 
of Germany seemed irresistible. One day when the outlook 
was blackest a message was brought to the British Cabinet, 
then in session, a message of defeat and retreat, and almost 
of despair. One member, with bowed head, said heart- 
brokenly : " God help us." It was the word needed. The 
Prime Minister said, " Yes, God help us. Let us kneel and 
ask His help." And there in that Cabinet room, those men 
knelt around the table at which Wellington and Peel, Glad- 
stone and Salisbury had sat, and they asked God for help 
in the hour of our extremity. And God helped. But 
through all those dark days and nights our young men never 
failed the Empire. It was by their splendid courage, hard- 
ships, and sacrifices — sacrifices that ploughed deep furrows 
of sorrows through many hearts — that victory at length 
crowned our efforts. That victory and that peace have cost 
us dearly, but they will have been worth the cost if the 
world learns to hate war. If only the nations had acknow- 
ledged God in international politics this bloody chapter 
would never have been written. Europe was an armed 
camp. Men would not cease to believe in war until it was 
seen in all its ghastly nakedness. There are those who speak 
slightingly of the League of Nations as another scrap of 
paper, but the greatest and most Christian outcome of those 
months of conference in Paris was not the peace between 
the Allies and Germany, but the League of Hope. That 
peace merely attempts to right the past. The League seeks 
to right the future. Our sons and brothers fought not alone 
to defeat Germany, or to save the Empire. These were but 
symbols of a greater conflict and a higher purpose. They 
knew that no great evil could be overcome except by great 
sacrifices. The scales of justice were weighed with the sword. 

To-day we salute that noble band who gave their lives 
and that noble band who will carry the marks of the war on 
their bodies to the grave, and the not less noble band who 
passed through it without physical injury, but who will ever 
look on it as on a nightmare. We salute them all, for they 
gave their lives, endured the hardships, and faced the dangers 
that we might be safe. 



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More than 100 years ago Britain was threatened with 
invasion by Napoleon. He seemed invincible. Men's minds 
were full of anxiety. In such circumstances Byron wrote : — 

Winds blow and waters roll, 
Strength to the brave and power and deity : 
Yet in themselves are nothing. One decree 
Spake laws to them, and said that by the soul 
Only the nations shall be great and free. 

Sin is a reproach to many people ; it trifles with 
character, destroys it. Character lies at the basis of all 
greatness and stability. God does not judge nations at 
the end of every day, but at last he judges and that 
nation that is ruthless and tyrannical, and selfish, and 
dishonourable, and that repudiates solemn covenants, that 
tolerates vice, or anything that degrades and brutalises men, 
at last goes down. " The mills of God grind slowly, but 
they grind exceeding small." The way of the transgressor 
is hard, whether the transgressor is an individual or a nation. 
The great patriot is not necessarily the loud voiced politician. 
The latter is sometimes his country's enemy. But the man or 
woman who teaches a little child the way of righteousness 
is a patriot. Every church that is loyal to Christ tends to 
strengthen the Empire ; every sermon delivered with 
intelligence and fervour makes for national advancement. 
Let us look more to our morals and less to politics and pomp 
and pageantry. People who pray count for more in a 
nation's history than people of place. The poet was right 
when he said that " by the soul only shall nations be great 
and free." When a nation barters away its soul for any- 
thing the outward forms of greatness may linger for a time, 
but the ground on which that nation stands is hollow, and 
any shock will overturn it. A nation's strength lies not in 
its material resources, its wealth, or its army, but in the 
character of its people. The most dangerous foes are not 
outside but within its own borders. The foes that are most 
to be feared are of its own household. They are its loafers, 
schemers, self seekers, the men and women who are living 
on the degradation of their fellow creatures, and all those 
who seek to get money by any means except by squarely 
earning it. 



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The carnage has ceased, the war has now ended. Let. 
this be a day of consecration for the tasks we have to face. 
We must see to it that the Empire— this State— consecrated 
in the blood of our noblest, shall be a land where poverty 
will not crush the spirit of the honest toiler, where no man 
shall wring gold at the cost of another's soul, and where 
the loafer and the vicious will find that loafing and vice do 
not profit. You young men have saved the world from the 
tyranny of a ruthless militarism. Will you help to save it 
from the rot of a godless secularism and moral decay ? You 
are the heritors of a great past ; you have proved yourselves 
to be the guardians of a great present. But you are also the 
trustess of a great future. 

Look to the light with hearts aflame ! 
Fight every evil thing you meet. 
And never stain your Captain's name 
Nor suffer Him to know defeat. 



REV. ROBERT STEWART, D.D. 

Preached in the Neil Street Methodist Church, Toowoomba 



Text. 

" What mean ye by this service ?" (Exodus XII., 26.) 

THE service in connection with Anzac Day and called 
a " Memorial Service," was held in the Toowoomba 
(Neil Street) Methodist Church on Monday, 25th April, 1921. 
The service was conducted by the Rev. Dr. Stewart, of 
Brisbane, who supplied the Toowoomba Methodist Church 
pulpit on the previous day. 

The address, which was extempore, pointed out (1) That 
God would have man remember He endowed man with the 
faculty of calling to mind events, especially those that made 
or changed nations that man might be warned or encouraged 
by the remembrance of such things. Man is ennobled and 
enriched by remembering those events which influence 



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humanity, change nations, and turn the streams of history 
into other channels. He would have Israel ever remember 
how God brought their forefathers out of Egypt and placed 
them in the land of Canaan. He would have humanity 
remember in connection with religion the days of Incarnation 
and Crucifixion of the Son of God. It is only right that 
such events as the 4th July (Independence Day), should be 
remembered in America. No American forgets that day, 
and I am sure not only we, but also our children of the 
British nation, as well as all the Allies, will call to mind 
for generations to come " Armistice Day," when the Treaty 
of Peace began. 

The sons of Australia and New Zealand will ne'er forget, 
we hope, the 25th of April, 1915, when our brave lads landed 
in the face of shot and shell on Gallipoli's rocky shores. 
The poet has yet to pen the poem setting forth (as Tennyson 
set forth the charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava) the 
heroism of the Anzacs, who, in spite of death, rushed on 
death for Feedom, King, and Empire. 

To-day we are met to remind ourselves of this and other 
great events of the war, which made Australia a nation and 
helped also to strengthen the bonds of Empire. Enemies 
declared and hoped that Britain's children would forsake 
the Motherland from which they sprang, and many not 
only circulated this slander, but tried to make it true ; 
loud-voiced disloyalty in our midst urged our lads to put 
on the garments of cowardice and abide at home and leave 
the Motherland to face the foe, but Gallipoli, Jerusalem, and 
Flanders were Australia's answers to the propaganda of 
disloyalty in our midst. Our lads, like those of old, went, 
saw and conquered. 

This service is to us a remembrance of the great danger 
in which the Empire stood in August, 19 14. Almost wholly 
unprepared for war as far as her military forces were con- 
cerned, and only partially prepared on the naval side, yet 
though anxious and fearful she heard the call of honour and 
nobly replied. We cannot forget the days and days of 
anxiety — anxious days and fearsome nights in which the 
Empire stood as she prepared and fought her way to victory. 
We cannot forget the trouble, anxiety, sacrifices and losses 



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sustained during those fateful years acted as purging fires. 
In the fierce flames of war the Empire's bonds, instead of 
being as enemies thought consumed, were strengthened, 
Britain emerged from the conflict more truly united than 
she had ever been before. Her children of every colour and 
speech rallied to her aid, and none more enthusiastically 
than the Anzacs of these southern lands. 

This service brings to our minds the heroism of the 
British Empire. Her leaders, though the nation was unpre- 
pared, did not hesitate when the cry for help came from 
stricken Belgium and threatened France to declare war 
against the aggressive foe,' and the heroism of the nation — 
men, women and children — awoke and rushed to the support 
of their leaders. Disloyalty here and there refused to help, 
but the people of the Empire as a whole arose in freedom's 
cause, and fought at home and in the trenches for King and 
Empire. Not one of Britain's dependencies failed her in 
her hour of need. She called and they answered — we come ! 
we come ! The men, many of them only lads from these 
southern lands, bore a noble part, not only at Gallipoli but 
at many other danger points in the great strife. They 
acquitted themselves nobly, and many of them have returned 
crowned with honours to the quieter walks of life. They are 
deserving of all praise and consideration at the hands of 
their fellow countrymen. It is to be hoped that the elements 
of disloyalty in our midst will not be able to rob our men 
of their well-earned rewards. 

This service also reminds us of those heroes who have 
not returned to home and friends. They are not forgotten. 
They live in the lives of others whom they have inspired ; 
they have a sacred place in fathers' and mothers' love ; they 
are enshrined in the nation's heart ; they have not returned 
by the way which they went up, but they have followed, by 
giving their lives as a sacrifice for others, in the footsteps of 
Him who bore His cross and was lifted up in death for man. 
We lay a wreath, in this Memorial Service, on the graves of 
the 60,000 who have not returned ; they died for King and 
country, and they ask us by their sacrifice even unto death 
to preserve their land as a place of righteousness, freedom, 
and loyalty. 



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REV. F. J. HARRIS 

Preached in the Methodist Church, Cairns 



Text. 

" And the three mighty men broke through the host 
of the Philistines, and drew water out of the well of 
Bethlehem, that was by the gate, and took it, and brought 
it to David. Nevertheless he would not drink thereof, 
but poured it out unto the Lord. And he said : — ' Be it 
far from me, O Lord, that I should do this ; is not 
this the blood of the men that went in jeopardy of 
their lives ?' Therefore, he would not drink of it." 
(II. Samuel, 23, 16 and 17). 

MORE than one beautiful thing rises before the inward 
eye as this story is told. There is the picture of a 
man amidst the perils of life looking back to a happy child- 
hood. There is, too, in this story, a picture of heroism. 
We see three stalwarts of David's army making their way 
through the enemies' lines in the blazing sun, taking their 
lives in their hands, that their leader might have the desire 
of his heart. There is also the picture of a man beholding 
with a swift flash of insight the significant meaning of a 
simple deed. When David took the water from the well of 
Bethlehem, which these three stalwarts had risked their lives 
to obtain, and, without even tasting it, poured it out unto 
the Lqrd, he performed one of those sublime deeds that the 
world in general has never been able fully to understand. 
What might have appealed to many as a noble act of heroism, 
in the eyes of David appeared as a sacrificial deed. This 
had been naught else but sacrificial service. It is this aspect 
of the narrative that I would have us briefly consider this 
day. 

The assembling of ourselves together in this church is 
for the express purpose that we might fittingly and reverently 
commemorate the acts of sacrificial service rendered by the 
young manhood of Australia upon foreign battlefields. Let 
us view it then, firstly, as the recognition of sacrificial service. 
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with the simple narrative which we have before us. An 
appeal had been made by a great leader. It was a call to 
the heroic in man. There was to be found those who were 
ready to prove their unselfishness, heroism and fidelity. 
There were those who went in jeopardy of their lives. 
Prompted by a clear vision of duty, they hesitated not to 
do that which might mean the sacrifice of their lives. We 
recall, to-day, the noble response of Australia's sons as 
answering to the heaven-born impulse within ; they were 
prepared to risk all, and if need be to lay down their lives 
for those great principles which were the ground-work of 
civilisation, and the hope of ages to come. Too often was 
the signal service rendered by our heroes belittled by those 
who failed to conceive the worth of devoted service. But 
there were those who understood that there was more than 
the spirit of adventure and daring in those who rallied to the 
Empire's standard in the day of her peril. There was the 
conception that the cause was just, the aims were pure, and 
that the espousal of such a cause would lead to an ultimate 
issue — there would be victory, and the preservation of right 
and justice. It is not by a spirit of opportunism or self- 
preservation that men win, but by a self-expression of the 
convictions that are within. Those impulses which cannot 
find an outlet in deed will soon wither and die. " By their 
fruits ye shall known them," and the particular course of 
action is indicative of the feelings within. Too often there 
has come the dictation to " take the lines of least resistance." 
This has proved a fatal policy. Australia's sons realised 
that the great purposes of life are not served by a policy of 
evasion, or of drifting, but by resistance. Life is energised 
by endurance. The lesson has been clearly revealed that 
steadfastness is the winning factor, and they who endure 
will attain unto the culmination of life's purposes. But 
there is also the great principle recognised that life is not 
enriched by selfishness, but by sacrifice. Life only becomes 
fruitful when it is sacrificial. This is the aspect that we so 
forcibly realise to-day. We cherish the memory of those 
who died that we might live. Such memory is blessed. 
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Palestine and France is to the effect that life's most cherished 
ideals can only be secured at the cost of great sacrifice. 

Let us for a moment turn to David's viewpoint. David 
looked at the water of Bethlehem, and lo ! it was blood-red 
in his eyes. This is not water ; this is the life's blood of 
three of my bravest. This is the sacrifice of three brave 
souls. I am not worthy to drink of this cup. I can but 
offer it to the God of all beautiful and deathless things. It 
was an intensely religious act, and it is religion that helps 
men to see clearly the worth of sacrifice. It only wants the 
vision of the pure heart, the reverent spirit, to see how that 
our advantages, our rights, our liberties, our privileges, are 
being harvested to-day from fields which were one blood-red. 
Other men bled that we might go unwounded ; other men 
lived their lives in the shadow of death that we might live 
ours in the light of safety and peace. How, then, shall we 
recognise such sacrificial service ? How shall we reverently 
enter into the sorrow of the relatives and the honour of the 
brave who have died for us ? We can do so by an apprecia- 
tion of those privileges which have been secured for us, and 
by pouring them out unto the Lord. In so doing we recog- 
nise such sacrificial services by an act of consecration. 

Let us, then, in the second place, view the consecration 
of sacrificial service. " Nevertheless he would not drink 
thereof, but poured it out unto the Lord." What if this 
sentence had been " And he drank it "? What if that had 
been all there was to tell ? As far as David himself was 
concerned it would hardly have been worth telling. It 
would be in any case a stirring tale of three soldiers ready 
to lay down their lives for their leader's sake — telling us 
what earthly love and heroism have told us from the begin- 
ning. But should there have been the omission of the act 
by David the narrative would have lost its divinity, its 
deathless appeal to the human heart, and its power to set 
before us life's great goal. As David took the water-skin 
with its precious burden into his hands, he had in his power 
the fulfilment or frustration of a splendid deed. It lay with 
him whether the end of that story should be an act of 
physical satisfaction or an act of divine worship. Had he 
raised it to his lips, then selfish pleasure, merely personal 



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gain, would have won the day. But David showed once 
and for ever that he knew the hidden and eternal worth of 
the gift, and he caused its most precious meaning to shine 
forth in the eyes of men. The future value of any sacrificial 
service depends upon our manner of recognition. I would 
utter a warning against any attempt to depreciate the 
memory of sacrificial service. At the present time there is 
a strong undertow in existence, which, fortunately, the 
major portions of the Returned Soldiers' Associations have 
been able to escape. Should this day, which at the present 
recalls to us the fadeless memory of sacrificial service, become 
solely one of pleasure, those very cherished memories will be 
caught in this strong undertow, and well-nigh swept into 
the sea of oblivion. Shall your action become the fulfilment 
or frustration of splendid deeds ? Shall this day we com- 
memorate — this Anzac Day — be a holy day or a holiday ? 
There is nothing so tragic as the failure of success. In 
order that we lose not the deep significance of all that which 
was procured for us by those we love, let us honour that 
service and sacrifice by a sublime act of consecration. As 
the blood of the martyr becomes the seed of the church, so 
has the blood of Australia's sons become the seed of a new 
civilisation, whereby great principles, well-nigh crushed by 
arbitrary power, have again taken root, and shall continue 
to flourish so long as they are dedicated to the service of 
the Lord God. 

How true do the words applied to our Saviour Christ, as 
he hung upon the Cross, bear reference to those who have 
made the supreme sacrifice. " He saved others ; himself 
he cannot save." The Lord Jesus knew what it meant to 
pour out his life's blood for you and me. His was a sublime 
act of consecration — yea, it was more, it was the great 
sacrifice whereby men should ever learn that the things that 
are to be highly valued can only be won through suffering 
and through such a course. Truth crushed to earth shall 
rise again. As one suffered, the just for the unjust, that He 
might bring us to God, so should the remembrance of all 
that has been endured for us through countless ages bring 
us closer to Him whose soul was once an offering made for 
every soul of man. When we see the cross of suffering love 



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shadowing all human history — when we trace the law of 
sacrifice through every form of human development and 
advance — we are better prepared to feel how inevitable was 
the thought of the cross of Jesus Christ. There is only one 
means whereby the world can learn the lesson of human 
suffering and sacrifice, viz., through the vision of the cross. 
It is in the sight of the Cross of Calvary that our sorrows 
are healed, our doubts dispelled, and hopes quickened, and 
our very being made responsibe to the overtures of God. 
May the fragrant memory of the deathless army lead us 
to yield ourselves willingly to Him who loved us, and gave 
Himself for us. 

The tumult and the shouting dies, 
The captains and the kings depart ; 

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, 
An humble and a contrite heart. 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 

Lest we forget ; let we forget ! 



GALL1POLI 

" Come unto Me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and 
I will give you rest." 

Wipe from your eyes, brave mourners, dear, 
The sad commemorative tear, 
It needs must fail to soothe your pain ; 
But these who see may feel again 
Their trials on Gallipoli. 

Gallipoli, where wild flowers grow, 
The richer for that sanguine flow ; 
Bright petals fall Red, White, and Blue, 
On grave with incense ever new, 
Fragrant o'er Gallipoli. 

Oh ! Day sublime, immortal day, 
That swept all doubts and fears away ; 
A noble sacrifice they gave to earth, 
Whose passing brought a nation's birth, 
On sacred, famed Gallipoli. 

— H. M. Challinor. 



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REV. J. PROWSE 

Preached in the Methodist Church, Bundaberg 

RETURNED soldiers, members of Friendly Societies, and 
Fellow Citizens all. I am not going to take a text and 
preach a sermon ; we have only a few minutes at our dis- 
posal, and I want to use them in briefly addressing you on 
the great subject that is uppermost in our thoughts at this 
hour. The great and terrible war is happily at an end, but 
though the day of peace has dawned upon the world we 
cannot forget the awful struggle for sacred and eternal 
principles through which we have so recently passed. We 
are met to-day not for the purpose of indulging in a vain 
spirit of boasting ; not for the purpose of stirring up racial 
feelings of bitterness, but for a solemn act of remembrance 
and glad thanksgiving. For a brief space of time the wheels 
of industry have been stopped and the secular activities of 
the city suspended, that we might meet together in God's 
house to pay a loving tribute of respect to the memory of 
those brave men who fought and fell in freedom's cause. 
We are justly proud of the part Australia played in the great 
war, and it would ill become us to forget the heroism of men 
who in the blackest years of our national history stood 
between us and a powerful confederacy, that we might be 
saved from the wicked designs of an unscrupulous foe. In 
thinking about those brave men to-day, whose bodies lie 
buried away in foreign soil, the first thing that needs to be 
said about them is : 

They Died for Their Country. 

The inscription on the photos of our fallen heroes in the 
homes of the people is tenderly pathetic and beautifully 
suggestive. " His country called ; he answered/' The 
action describes the man. In those days of crisis, when the 
Empire was caught in the clutch of a great need, those men 
whose memory we recall to-day, heard the call of a great and 
sacred duty, and went forth with high hope and splendid 
•courage to fight for principles essential to the solid advance- 



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merit of the race in the path of true progress. It was not 
the rash act of men swayed by mere passionate impulse, but 
the well considered choice of heroes who were fully alive to 
the danger of the task they were taking. They knew that 
the war they were entering was a serious business ; they 
knew that it would mean hard fighting, and possible death, 
and yet, knowing all and seeing all, they went forward and 
played a true man's part in a great and worthy cause. They 
did that, not because they were tired of life, life was as sweet 
to them as it is to us, but they did it because they saw the 
heritage that was at stake and resolved to defend it. The 
action cost them their lives, but their sacrifice is not in vain. 
By giving themselves thus, they have made a contribution 
to the cause of true progress that is simply invaluable. We 
mourn their loss, but the suffering that comes in the slaughter 
of such precious lives is a suffering that is making for the 
ultimate redemption of the race. It is an inscrutable 
mystery, but in this way a great saving work is being carried 
on in the larger life of the world. Such a work as they went 
out to do is alwa}^s confronted by a cross, and on that cross 
some must die that others might be saved. They died for 
us, and God who knows the worth of things will not under- 
estimate the value of their sacrifice. In His sight the offering 
is of great price, and the making of it will in no wise lose 
its reward. 

To you whose loved ones have fallen in the great war 
let me say that there is a sense in which you are to be con- 
gratulated. When you gave your sons, and when they gave 
themselves, both you and they made the most costly gift 
that could ever be laid on the altar of national good. Aus- 
tralia is sensible of that fact, and in the solemn proceedings 
of this day it is pausing to express to you and to them its 
sincerest gratitude. The main purpose of this day is to 
wreath the brow of our fallen heroes with the crown of 
highest honour. They died for their country. What is our 
task ? Do we not owe it to them to — 

" Live for Our Country ? " 

To live and work so as to carry forward to a triumphal 
finish the noble ends they sought to accomplish. They gave 



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themselves freely and willingly for great ideals and noble 
ends, and we remain to live for those ideals and to seek those 
ends anew. If we fail to do that, if we lose sight of the great 
principles for which 3,000,000 soldiers and 15,000 sailors 
laid down their lives, we shall prove ourselves unworthy of 
the great sacrifice of the men whose memory we recall to-day. 
They died, we have often been told, to put an end to war. 
Our task is to see that that is done. We must do all that 
we can to see that our modern civilisation is placed upon 
some better foundation. We must insist that there shall be 
set up new international relationships, that will make it 
possible to discuss and settle international differences with- 
out having recourse to arms. 

To the honour of our great Empire, be it said, that every 
effort is being made by British statesmen to accomplish that 
very thing. The pity is that some nations are not co-opera- 
ting. It is a sorry comment on the tragic work of the recent 
great war, to read of the feverish naval and military prepara- 
tions that are going on in some parts of the world. Our men 
did not die to perpetuate that kind of thing. They died that 
wicked war might cease. We must not forget that, we must 
live and pray and work for a warless world, for the time 
when — 

The war drum throbs no longer, 

And the battle flag is furled ; 
In the Parliament of man, 

The federation of the world. 

Our fallen heroes died to make their country great and 
prosperous and happy. We must live to turn that ideal into 
reality. We must love our country with a patriotism that 
will check with a firm hand the disloyal forces at work in 
our midst. We must make it impossible for men to preach 
sedition, to stir up bitterness, and to intrigue and plot 
against the Empire. We must live for our country, it is a 
duty we owe to the brave men who died for it. The call 
to-day, the call that comes from those silent graves in 
Gallipoli, in France, in Flanders, in Palestine, in every part 
of the far-flung battlefields, is a call to re-dedication to the 
work of making a new world under the grand old Southern 
Cross. We must take up the mantle that has fallen from 



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their shoulders. In the doing of the work let us remember 
and forget not, that no work of reconstruction can be fully 
accomplished that is not founded upon the sure foundation 
of the will and purpose of God ; that only by the power of 
religion will it be possible for us to do the work our heroic 
dead have given us to do. Let us re-dedicate ourselves to 
God and our country in the names of those who challenge 
us from the dust to-day : — 

Heroes gone we love you still, 

The precious things for which you died, 

We'll work them out with cheerful will, 
And meet you on the other side. 



REQUIESCAT IN PACE 



On sun-kissed slopes they lie, on poppied fields — 
Their strong young bodies stilled in dreamless sleep. 

And grasses fragrant from the warm brown earth, 
Are smiling with their splendour from the deep. 

Adown the road— from out the broken years, 
Their gay young voices float in melody ; 

And in their song is none of vain regret, 
But just a throbbing note of memory. 

The skies are blue, the little whispering winds 
Are dancing blithely through the golden day ; 

And they who once thrilled to its lilting song, 
Are sleeping 'neath the poppies far away. 

Perhaps when summer calls and spring is here — 
Filling the woods with beauty they had known — 

Their wistful eyes may yet be watching near, 
Out of the silence in the Great Alone. 

Sleep On ! Sleep On ! For poppies yet will blow, 
And sun-kissed slopes grow rugged with the years ; 

And time will pass away to be no more, 
And mighty nations fall in sullen tears. 

But ah ! the long long road which all must tread, 
Far down its tortuous windings to the end, 

Will boast of none more valiant than you — ■ 
The honoured dead. 

— Anna Carey. 



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REV. A. G. WELLER, O.B.E. 

Senior Chaplain United Board First Military District 

Delivered to the children attending the morning 
service on Anzac Sunday at Nundah Baptist Church, 
Brisbane, on 24th April, 1921. 



Text. 

" Be strong and of a good courage ; be not afraid, 
neither be thou dismayed ; for the Lord God is with 
thee whithersoever thou goest." (Josuha I., 9). 

I HAVE chosen this text because it seems to confirm the 
courage displayed by the Anzacs in the motto expressed 
in this beautiful memorial Anzac card before us, " Audax at 
Fidelis." There is another thought suggested by the cross 
in the centre — that as there are five letters in the word 
*' Anzac," so there are five prominent stars in the forma- 
tion of the Southern Cross. There is a sterling truth in the 
old motto " By the Cross I conquer." 

THE ANZACS. 

A ccepted the call from King and Empire — 

A prosperous man, listening to a plea for recruits, 
was impressed by the speaker's words, " England 
has done well for you, what will you do for her ? " 
He said to himself, " I will sell out and go." He 
went, did his bit, and returned, with honours. 

N othing daunted — 

Followed the lead of General Birdwood and their 
own splendid leaders up the heights of Gallipoli till 
the top was gained, and then they went over. One 
of our brave boys, writing his mother, said : — " As 
I went up and over I repeated your favourite text, 
' He shall give His angels charge over thee.' " 



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Z ealous for the right — 

Yes, zealous for good works. A digger writing to 
his brother in Australia says : — " When the enemy- 
opened fire upon us our O.C. fell wounded. Quick 
as thought one of our lads picked him up, carried 
him to the nearest dressing station, and stood by 
him till he came round, then went, out and brought 
in three others." 

A chieved undying fame — 

" Oft shall the tale be told, yea, when our babes 
are old." In the scrap of a letter picked up on the 
field, belonging to a Turkish officer, was transcribed 
this tribute : — " The Australians are true men ; 
they belong to a great land ; they have made a 
great name; they must win." 

C omrades of the Cross — 

" Nurse," said one of our own Church lads as he 
was being carried into the base hospital mortally 
wounded, " the only way to the glory land is 
through the blood of Christ." It is surely true : — 

If the Cross we meekly bear, 
Then the Crown we shall wear. 



COMRADE GREETINGS 



I stand before the lonely shrine, 
The day has set, the church is dim, 

I hold a chalice filled with wine, 

My hoarded griefs o'erspill the brim. 

Oh ! rich in sorrow, now I know 
How full and perfect was my gift ; 

Here all my tears are gathered anow, 
With faltering palms the cup I lift. 

The brimming cup, the bitter lees, 
The small lose in the greater gain ! 

Lord ! let me learn what mean all these, 
That sacrifice be not in vain. 

— Sibyl W. Kendall. 



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IHnxteb fIDemorial Services an& flDcctinga 
RIGHT REV. DR. CRICK 

Bishop of Rockhampton. 
Delivered in the Rockhampton Town Hall 

AT the united service, held on the evening of Anzac Day, 
1921, in the Rockhampton Town Hall, Bishop Crick 
said : " There is laid upon me the duty of submitting to you 
the second resolution of this evening's meeting. An invita- 
tion to do so is in any case a real and great honour. May I 
say for myself that the fact that such an invitation has been 
extended to myself after so short a residence in your midst 
is a token of friendship that I shall not readily forget. And, 
not only is it an honour to be allowed to speak on this 
occasion, it is also a grave and responsible duty. The 
speaker is voicing, as far as he can, the feelings and senti- 
ments of the whole community, is striving to express in 
words thoughts that, in some cases, are almost too deep 
and sacred to be capable of translation into forms of speech. 
It is so easy to miss the mark, so difficult to rise to the 
inspiration and needs of the occasion, that I am sure I may 
rely on having your sympathy in my attempt, your forgive- 
ness if I fail to do justice to this great theme. 

First, then, I would like to express my sincere gratitude 
to you, sir, of that you have, if I may say so, rightly and 
wisely interpreted the central principle which should govern 
our Anzac Day commemoration in making this evening's 
meeting a strictly civic one. For very many of us this day 
has associations other than those connected with our 
membership of the civic community. The great issues of 
life and death lie at the heart of men's thoughts about God, 
so for those in whose life religion has any real place, whether 
they be Christians, Jews, or of any other faith, their com- 



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memoration and remembrance of those who gave their lives 
in the service of their King and their country must inevitably 
be mediated by their belief in God and their membership of a 
religious communion. For this obvious fact those respon- 
sible for the observance of this day in Queensland have 
recognised in their suggestion that special services should be 
held in the morning in all our churches. And it is a matter 
of profound thankfulness to me, as the representative of one 
of those churches, to know that this morning, in the churches 
of every Christian denomination in this town, and approxi- 
mately at the same hour, the sufferings and the sacrifice of 
our soldier sons were being remembered before the throne of 
God. But, however strongly we feel the value to ourselves 
of this aspect of this day, we must not lose sight of the real 
object of this evening's meeting, which is conceived from a 
different, though not from an antagonistic, point of view. 

The call came to Australia to stand by the old mother 
country in the hour of her direst need, and the call was met 
and answered. How that call was answered the world 
knows. It is not for Australians, among whom I hope and 
believe you will allow me to number myself, to extol their 
own glories. But, if I may speak as though I was still 
what I was seven years ago — a soldier of the old country — 
I feel that I must say that scarcely any event of the first 
moments of the war so deeply stirred the emotions of English 
men and women as the message that reached the old country 
almost before the first shot was fired — that Australia was 
with her mother to the last man and the last shilling. How 
truly Mr. Fisher had gauged the feeling of those in whose 
name he spoke we can see in the roll of honour of every 
town in our land. We meet together here to-night to give 
solemn witness that, whatever may, in the course of years, 
pass into oblivion, this memory, as far as in us lies, shall 
remain. 

But I must not allow my own emotions to make me 
stray from the point that I wish to make. It is this — for 
many of us, the living and the dead, who had the great 
privilege of taking our place in the mobilised ranks of the 
armies of our great family of nations, our service was motived 



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very largely, not only by a sense of duty to our country, but 
by a sense of what we had learned of our duty towards God. 
But this was not true of all, and it is the service of all that 
we are here to commemorate. There was, however, one 
common inspiration, and that was the inspiration of love of 
our country, of serving her in her hour of need. This 
inspiration we may call the inspiration of citizenship, and, 
therefore, I am now speaking to you, not as the representa- 
tive of our old mother church, but as one citizen speaking 
to fellow-citizens. And I hope that in this audience that 
I am addressing there are not only among you members of 
every Christian denomination, but also men and women who 
are quite out of touch with the belief and practice of 
Christianity. It would be a real calamity to our civic 
life if a meeting of this nature ever assumed such a form 
that any citizen of this town should find themselves forced 
in their consciences to weaken the strength of its significance 
by their absence. And so now, my fellow-citizens, I will 
address myself more directly to the resolution which I have 
to submit to you. The terms and the subject are such that 
they need very few words of mine to commend them to you. 
Our sympathy goes out to those who mourn the loss of those 
nearest and dearest to them in full and unstinted measure. 
Their grief will, we know, be lightened by the knowledge that 
all men and women of goodwill are mourning with them. 
And the course of time — though time, perhaps, can never 
quite heal the wound — will bring with it increasingly a sense 
of pride that they have given to their country the highest 
of all gifts, that of their sons, their husbands, or their 
brothers ; pride, too, in the ineffaceable memory that, in 
the hour of trial their loved ones stood the test and played 
the man. And to those who have escaped the perils of war 
we are pledging ourselves to remember with gratitude all that 
they did for us because they went forth to save our homes 
and free institutions. 

These words give us, I believe, the keynote of their 
service. They fought to save the liberty which is a special 
mark and treasure of our race. We are an association of free 
nations, held together in one vast dominion, not by restraint, 
but by a deliberate inclination and choice. Our civil and 



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political life is organised in accordance with our own views. 
The views of others we respect if we do not copy them ; but 
we do claim that we shall be let alone to live our lives as 
we choose. Whether we realised it at the moment or not, 
we see clearly now that what drove us to arms nearly seven 
years ago was the threatened violation of this cardinal 
principle of our lives, the declared wish of the German 
nation to mould by force the destinies of ours and other 
free communities. Our soldiers saved for us our freedom. 
What form shall our gratitude take ? Surely we can express 
it most worthily by assuring to them in their lives the 
freedom that by their suffering they have won for ours. 
So long as there is one of our returned soldiers and sailors 
to whom we as a community have neglected to offer at 
least a chance of living his life in a reasonable state of 
physical comfort, of taking his place as a self-respecting and 
self-supporting member of our society, so long even a meet- 
ing of this nature and a resolution in these terms will have 
failed in its effect. Time will not allow me to enlarge upon 
this theme. I merely suggest that on the conscience of every 
one of us there is a debt of honour that we dare not evade, 
the debt that we owe to the memory of those who laid down 
their lives in the war, fought for the freedom of the world 
that they who have returned, after winning for us the 
victory, shall not be robbed of a fair share of its fruits. 
I beg to submit to you the resolution which stands in my 
name : — " This meeting voices its heartfelt sympathy with 
the relatives of those who died, and with those who have 
suffered on behalf of the Empire, and its assurance that 
those who have fallen and those who have survived the perils 
of war will ever be remembered with gratitude by the people 
whose hearths and homes and free institutions they 
voluntarily went forth to save." 



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STIRRING address was delivered by Chaplain W. 



•** M'Kenzie, M.C., C.F., at the Returned Sailors and 
Soldiers' United Memorial Service, which was held in the 
Exhibition grounds, Brisbane. 

Chaplain M'Kenzie said that they were theie to celebrate 
the sixth anniversary of the greatest event, the greatest day 
indeed, in the history of our young country. Anzac Day 
was the day on which the Australians first entered into 
nationhood. It was readily agreed by all that Gallipoli was 
the new and true birthplace of our nation. For a hundred 
years and more we in this young country had been cared 
for and protected by our grand old mother of the British 
Islands. We had drunk at her maternal breast the grand 
milk of freedom. And on that day when an unscrupulous 
foe hurled his forces without provocation against a weak and 
defenceless people, and when Great Britain took up the 
challenge, then from this Commonwealth of ours and from 
this part of it, men rallied in magnificent numbers to the 
standard, feeling the glowing blood of strong young man- 
hood in their veins, and inspired by a love for the dear old 
motherland, and taking many of the blows that were cruelly 
aimed at her. And so six years ago the Anzacs — the men of 
the southern lands, Australia and New Zealand— manifested 
to a wondering world those great and glorious qualities 
which they inherited from their forebears, who with 
characteristic British pluck and determination had tackled 
the great problems confronting the settlement and develop- 
ment of Australia. 

He (Chaplain M'Kenzie) was one of those who were 
privileged to be present at the landing on Gallipoli. In 
glowing language the speaker described the events of that 
history-making day, and extolled the bravery, the powers of 
initiative and endurance, and the unselfishness of Aus- 
tralia's heroes, and the dangers, sacrifices, and hardships 
which were uncomplainingly and unflinchingly faced in the 



COLONEL McKENZIE, M.C., C.F. 



(Salvation Army) 
Colonel-Chaplain A.I.F. 




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fiery ordeal through which they had to pass to reach the 
goal. He recalled the fact that amongst those who took 
part in those deathless deeds of valour were the Queensland 
Ninth Battalion. (Applause). Although there was a fine 
healthy sprinkling of South African veterans amongst the 
Anzacs, the great majority had never been under shell fire 
before, and yet they faced the inferno just as if nothing 
unusual was occurring. Many of the Turks, soon realising 
the righting quality of these men from peaceful southern 
lands, were struck with mortal terror, and throwing their 
arms away rushed up the hillsides yelling, " Allah ! Allah ! " 
Many a brave Australian lad fell that day to rise no more. 
They freely and gladly gave their lives for a noble cause, for 
the preservation of the birthright of freedom for the present 
generation and generations yet to come. Many deeds of 
almost unbelievable heroism, performed on that day, would 
never be recorded. He instanced the case of a signaller of 
the First Brigade, who, about an hour and a-half after the 
landing, was standing on a knoll waving his flags, signalling 
most important information to General Birdwood's head- 
quarters. There he stood on the sky line, unafraid, undis- 
mayed, almost unconcerned, because he felt that the highest 
thing to do on that fateful morning was to carry out his 
duty. He stood up to that duty perhaps for six or seven 
minutes, while the bullest whizzed constantly all about him, 
until ultimately some of the bullets found their billet, and 
his lifeless body fell over the edge of the knoll. 

The chaplain spoke of the debt of honour and gratitude 
due to the men who had fallen and to those who had returned, 
and of the nation's responsibilities towards the dependents of 
the dead heroes, as well as to the men who having done their 
duty on the field of battle were back in civil life again, and of 
the men who were suffering from wounds or other effects of 
the war. He would not say the Australians won the war, 
but he would say that they played a great and noble part in 
bringing about the glorious victory for which they were 
rejoicing that day. (Applause). From the day of the land- 
ing at Gallipoli until the day of the armistice the Australians 
wherever they fought — and they fought on many fields — 
continued to gain lustre and fame for their native land. 



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Chaplain M'Kenzie went on to pay a tribute to the 
work of the Light Horse in Palestine and the Australian 
divisions in Flanders and France, and particularly in con- 
nection with the saving of Amiens. He referred to the 
patience and courage of the mothers, wives, and sisters of 
the Australian soldiers,? who were faithful to the last, 
believing as they did in the righteousness of their cause and 
confident in the ultimate triumph of their arms. In con- 
clusion he expressed the hope that the spirit of service and 
sacrifice shown by the Anzacs would live on, and that it 
would serve to uplift our national and family life, and make 
Australia a nation worthy of the high ideals for which her 
sons fought in the war, and of the great heritage of the race. 



REV. T. HARVEY 

Chaplain Captain A.I.F. 
Delivered at the Anzac Memorial Gathering, Dalby 

CHAPLAIN Captain T. Harvey said :— "It is a good 
thing to take full advantage of this solemn occasion 
for expressing our loyalty to the Throne. If ever our maj estic 
and glorious Empire fell it would be a black day for civilised 
humanity. This British Empire of ours is surely the greatest, 
the most beneficient, the world has ever seen — great not only 
in its vastness and power, but great because it is based on the 
principles of freedom and justice and truth. Therefore, if 
we are not proud of it we certainly ought to be. We hold 
the inheritance of splendid traditions, and the flag that 
floats over us is one of which we should be proud, for it 
is the symbol of things ever to be held dear. There are 
many shortcomings in the system of the Empire at this stage 
of development. It is the freest country — the finest unifica- 
tion of peoples on God's earth, and Australia perhaps is the 
freest of them all. 

There were some people who had good words and intense 
admiration for other countries rather than their own. These 
people failed to realise the splendid privileges they enjoyed. 



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It is to us, however, to uphold the old flag that stood for 
liberty, fraternity, and equality. It is usual on such 
an occasion as this to pledge our loyalty to the Throne of 
our King, and to the Empire, and in doing so we pledge our 
fealty to this glorious free Commonwealth of ours. 

The greatest significance of this day is the commemora- 
tion of the great deeds of the men who went from Australia's 
shores and fought and bled and died. The United States 
had their fourth of July, when they rejoiced in their freedom 
from a tyranny that had oppressed them. The people of 
France had their fourteenth of July, to commemorate the 
falling of the Bastile, which signalised the end of a tyranny 
and an oppression by an insolent and corrupt power over 
the great body of the people of a nation. That day when 
the Bastile fell was a glorious day, not only for France, 
but for the whole world. But how shall we speak of Anzac 
Day, Australia's Day, which we to-day commemorate ? 
Six years ago to-day Australia stepped forth and took her 
place proudly among the nations of the earth, and the 
welcome she received was because of the marvellous deeds 
of courage, of heroism, of splendid endurance, of glorious 
sacrifice, on the part of those men whose memory we cherish 
to-day — the dead and the living — our boys who had taken 
part in our everyday life, but who in the hour of dire conflict 
failed neither their country that sent them nor their own 
honour. Generations of Australians yet unborn would 
cherish their memory even more dearly than perhaps we 
of to-day do. Australia would never forget the deeds per- 
formed by her sons, not only at Gallipoli, but throughout 
the great war right up to the day of the signing of the 
Armistice that made Australia great. We are as yet too 
close to obtain a true perspective. The day is coming 
when the children of Australia will look back and recall with 
glowing pride the deeds of the men of Anzac. 

We like to picture that glorious morning of that 25 th 
April, 1915. It was a dim, grey hour of the morning, just 
as the dawn was appearing, and these great ships drew near 
to the high cliffs. They came nearer and nearer. Then the 
boats were lowered, and into them stepped our gallant men, 



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who knew that before they reached the beach very many of 
them would probably meet the end of a cherished life, but 
undaunted they stepped and men pulled them to the shore. 
They were met by machine guns and a deadly onslaught, and 
man after man went to a watery grave, but they drove the 
Turks back like chaff before the wind and gained the beach, 
and held on for dear life. Oh ! the glorious charge they 
made. All the world wondered. If we only realised it all 
our gratitude would be greater. By these deeds our men 
had engraven Australia on to the map for ever. In a day 
they turned the eyes of the nations of the earth to Australia. 
People began to talk about Australia, and wondered what 
sort of men this new land of the southern hemisphere pro- 
duced. 

The deeds of the Anzacs not only made Australia 
famous, but created a spirit that influenced every man and 
battalion that left for the battlefields of France, Flanders, 
the deserts of Syria, and Palestine. What great men they 
were ! And how Australians should be proud of them ! 
We think of their deeds, their service, their courage, their 
faithfulness to duty, their faithfulness unto death, and 
cherish their memory because of that and their faithfulness 
to one another. Their deeds of faithfulness to one another 
displayed a spirit that was in close kinship to the greatest 
sacrifice the world had ever seen. Of our glorious dead it can 
be said in all true reverence, " They climbed their way to 
their Calvary when through that deadly hail of fire and shell 
they scaled the hills of Gallipoli on that grey April morn 
six years ago. And what shall we say of the living ; of those 
who survived that hurricane of death, and all those fatal 
months they held their ground until recalled ? I wonder 
to-day where those men are ; I wonder can it be possible 
that some of them are looking for a job ? God forbid that 
any heroic lad of ours who went through that hell and 
survived the tornadoes of death-dealing fire and shell should 
have to supplicate for a job. These men should have every- 
thing that a grateful country could give them. They have 
made us famous, and though we may cherish the memory of 
the mighty deeds performed by our men of Anzac, living and 
dead, to the extent that we fail in our duty to those that 



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have returned to us do we dishonour those that gave up 
their lives that Australia might live. 

Those who mourned their loved ones needed no 
sympathy in order to remember them. Henry Newbolt 
had given a picture of the father and mother who had heard 
the death of their son, and the father said : — 

It was a great fight, and a great death, 

Trust him, he would not fail." 
But the mother — 

In her heart she rocks her dead child, saying 
" My son, my little son." 

To the thousands of women who nursed dead sons in 
their hearts our sympathy could not be too great. We 
honour those men and will keep their names before our 
children, particularly the names of those who died for our 
freedom." 



REV. A. B. ROFE 

Rockhampton. 

Address delivered at the United Anzac Memorial 
Service, held in St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church, 
Rockhampton. 

THE Rev. A. B. Rofe said that, although born in 
Melbourne, he was proud to call himself an English- 
man. He felt glad, in common with so many millions, to be 
able to say that he owned loyalty to the King, to the kingdom, 
and to the Empire which represented the element of power in 
one man who headed their tremendous democracy and acted 
according to the will of his people, and who could not occupy 
that position a month unless he voiced the will of the people. 

Various churches had united to link hands with the past, 
and in looking across and down the congregation he felt glad 
that the youthful element was so well represented. There 
were boys and girls with them that day who were not born 
when the awful war broke out upon the plains of northern 
Europe. Why, it was history already, and as the years 
passed by this function, now being observed with such 
gratitude to Almighty God, would become more and more 



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historical, and, with the Psalmist, they might say more than 
that : "If the Lord had not been on our side when men 
rose up against us they would have swallowed us up quickly." 
There had been 44 years for all the human devilry that the 
military spirit could provoke, calling into its service those 
God-given capacities that science had thrown on the world in 
all its generosity and using them for the most diabolical 
purpose, for nothing better than to sweep men off the face of 
the earth, and for the final purpose of depriving the world of 
liberty and constituting one central power in absolute 
authority, so that those who boasted of their liberty should 
go cap-in-hand to a great central autocracy. 

England boasted that no slave could live in the British 
dominions, because she believed that she stood for eternal 
righteousness, which, in its outcome and evolution, forced 
each man and woman under God the Almighty power to say, 
not " I am a Roman citizen," but " I am a citizen of the 
kingdom which is ruled over by one man — Jesus Christ of 
Nazareth." That represented the principle for which their 
brave men had fought. The first contingent of the Aus- 
tralian Imperial Forces marched down Collins Street, 
Melbourne, to the accompaniment of brass bands, and to the 
cheers of tens of thousands of throats, but as an eye-witness 
he could not cheer. Looking at those splendid men, so 
many of them young, and all full of enthusiasm, he said to 
himself, " I wonder how many of them will return ? " and 
a lump rose in his throat, and, man as he was, tears came 
to his eyes, but he recognised, too, that what sent men to 
their death for King and country, and far more than that, 
ior liberty and religion, was imperishable. That was what 
they were celebrating, and he thanked God for the men who 
went, though it meant death, and also that He was pleased in 
His mercy, though there was a time when Englishmen had 
their backs against the wall, not knowing what the issue 
might be, to send so many back to receive a welcome and 
thanks. That, too, they celebrated that day. 

The liberties of the nation, the liberties of the race, 
depended upon the loyalty of these men, of their conception 
of the truth, and of their belief in conserving to the fullest the 



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relationship with God, and, through that, the human 
relationship of sympathy and help and pity, so that they 
might all kneel before the one divine footstool of Jesus 
Christ and acknowledge Him as King of Kings and Lord of 
Lords, and look forward to the time which John saw in the 
apocryphal vision, the united forces of heaven singing, 
" The kingdoms of the world have become the kingdom of 
our God." 

Nearly 350,000 men went from Australia's shores at the 
call of the mother country, which called them to face what 
the world had never known before in horrors by a power 
united in all its complexity to bring about their undoing, and 
men, in their anxiety to fight a power that threatened the 
liberties of the motherland, hurled themselves, not only from 
Australia, but from Canada, South Africa, and India. He 
firmly believed that their patriotism would fail if they felt 
that the motherland was untrue and disloyal. As Shakes- 
peare had said : — 

This England never did, nor never shall 

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. 

But when it first did help to wound itself. 

Now these, her princes, are come home again, 

Come the three corners of the world in arms, 

And we shall shock them ; nought shall make us rue, 

If England to herself do rest but true. 

In 19 14 and subsequent years their fathers and brothers 
stood shoulder to shoulder to maintain the eternal right of 
man to liberty so long as he maintained his loyalty to God the 
Father. That was what they stood for to-day. After com- 
paring the liberties of England — and by Englishmen he 
meant Britishers — with those of foreign nations, Mr. Rofe 
emphasised that there was no prescriptive right to liberty 
unless it recognised the giver, and the giver was God, and 
the personification of that liberty in mankind was Jesus 
Christ of Nazareth. Therefore, they must prepare untainted 
and unsullied, as far as possible, their conception of life 
based upon the Man of Nazareth. 



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REV. B. P. WALKER 

Dolby. 

THE Rev. B. P. Walker, at the united public commemora- 
tion service, said this was the sixth anniversary of a 
great day, and it only seemed yesterday that the boys had 
gone away and the horrible nightmare of war existed, but 
he had been reminded of the six years only recently when 
he was teaching a class of small infants and found that they 
did not know of the landing at Gallipoli. They had not 
even been born then, and so a new generation was growing 
up that had not been born on that first Anzac Day. Mr. 
Walker then read the following resolution : — " On the sixth 
anniversary of the immortal landing on Gallipoli, this meet- 
ing of citizens of Queensland expresses its unalterable 
loyalty to Throne and Empire, and its admiration of the 
magnificent heroism, self-sacrifice, and endurance of the 
sailors and soldiers of Australia and New Zealand, who on 
the first Anzac Day, and throughout the Great War, con- 
ferred a glory on Australia and New Zealand that will never 
fade. This meeting voices its heartfelt sympathy with the 
relatives of those who died, and with those who have suffered 
on behalf of the Empire, and its assurance that those who 
have fallen, and those who have survived the perils of war, 
will ever be remembered with gratitude by the people whose 
hearths and homes and free institutions they voluntarily 
went forth to save." 

In moving the resolution Mr. Walker said that he found 
four things in the resolution in which they were going to 
pledge themselves — an expression of loyalty to the Throne 
and Empire ; an expression of admiration of those who had 
served ; heartfelt sympathy to the relatives ; and an assur- 
ance to those who had made the sacrifice that they would 
not be forgotten. First, he wanted to pledge an assurance of 
loyalty to the Throne and Empire. Loyalty to the Empire 
was the first thing. We talked about it a lot, and there 
was no doubt that in our hearts we were loyal, rendering 
allegiance to the Empire. The mayor suggested that there 



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was a rumour about disloyalty, but if it was looked into all 
sensible persons must be proud of the Empire and pledge 
themselves to adhere loyally to it. It was a wonderful 
thing, this Empire of ours, and a funny bundle of sticks it 
will prove to be if anyone tried to unbind them. Australians 
must realise that if they tried to separate the nations that 
made up the Empire, the units would be very weak. United 
they stood. They stood for unity. No self-determination 
for any part of it. They were united in their loyalty to the 
Throne. Let anyone decry it that dare ! Last year we had 
a royal visitor, and the Australians showed unmistakably 
what they meant. When the engaging personality of the 
heir to the Throne was among us, there was not one who 
was not prepared to come to his feet. Thank God for it ! 
The one thing that bound the nations of the Empire together 
was the Throne. It was to the monarch in England that we 
offered our unalterable loyalty when we pledged it to the 
King and to his Royal Highness the heir to the Throne. 

Referring to the admiration of the soldiers, Mr. Walker 
said admiration was a great word. We did not talk much 
about it. It was something we felt. The whole world had 
stood in admiration of all the men who had fought for the 
Empire and Australia — these men who came from the same 
breed as the " contemptible little army" — and those who did 
not go had not much to say, but could only stand in admira- 
tion. 

Of the heartfelt sympathy to the relatives of those who 
would not return, Mr. W'alker said that true heartfelt 
sympathy raised a lump in the throat and kept them from 
talking. That sympathy in years gone by went out to 
those boys who went forth full of hope, particularly in the 
days when he, among others, had had to go and break the 
sad news first to this one, and then to that one, and their 
sympathy was very deep for those who had lost their men 
in the war. There was now their fourth pledge of assurance 
that those who had made the sacrifice would not be forgotten. 
These men should not be forgotten, and let them look to it 
that in every case where possible our returned heroes shall 
not suffer for want of employment, and as each Anzac Day 
came round let there be heart searchings among us who are 



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their debtors. This is the sixth anniversary of the mighty 
Anzac landing, and our sentiments of love and gratitude to 
our glorious dead have increased rather than diminished. 
Those who came back often thought they were forgotten. 
We did not want to only remember the boys in our wills. 
We had borrowed their strength, their courage, their man- 
hood, and the joy and promise of life, but what were we 
going to pay ? We paid them in verbal sympathy, but to the 
farthest extent possible our sympathy with our surviving 
heroes should be practical. 



REV. J. A. SINCLAIR 

Cairns 

THE Rev. J. A. Sinclair, addressing the gathering in the 
Oddfellows' Hall at the combined Anzac Memorial 
Service, taking as the words of his text, " Yea, I have a 
goodly heritage/' Psalm XVI., verse 6, said : — 

" The spiritual experience of which these words are the 
expression was suggested to the Psalmist by his own out- 
ward circumstances, namely, the portioning of the land of 
Canaan amongst the different tribes, and this man's own 
particular allotment. With the portion of land which he 
has thus received he is content and highly satisfied, hence 
his exclamation. We give, however, to his words not only 
a material or outward application, we give also the inward 
interpretation. In and by these words he was magnifying 
and extolling the grace and goodness of God for the bestowal 
of spiritual blessings. There are many of us here now who 
can, as blessings in Jesus Christ, make the ancient Psalmist's 
words our own ; who can add Amen to them, and say in 
very truth, as we ponder over our spiritual inheritance and 
.our heavenly possessions, ' Yea, I have a goodly heritage.' 

I want, however, that we should look at the words on 
this memorial occasion from the physical or material^view 
point, and think as we do so of our own fair land of Aus- 



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tralia, and of how in this connection these words fittingly 
and aptly apply to ourselves. If this ancient singer in Israel 
could use these words in reference to his land, so can we 
truthfully use them regarding ours. If the Jew was fired 
with a high and noble sense of patriotism, so may we. We 
have become the inheritors of a great and a goodly land, our 
lives have indeed fallen unto us in pleasant places. What a 
beautiful sunny, free land is ours, prosperous and fair. 
There are unlimited resources at our disposal, and ample are 
the opportunities. Our island home is truly a vast con- 
tinent, a great inheritance. Let us never forget, however, 
that it is an inheritance, something handed on to us, and 
that at a great cost. Others have laboured, and we have 
reaped the reward of their labours and toil and sowing. 
In this connection, in the heritage which has become ours, 
I want you to think of two great landings. They are 
separated by the expanse of years, and by the still greater 
expanse of land and sea, yet the one is the complement of 
the other, the latter perhaps of greater value than the former, 
because the first without the last might have been rendered 
null, useless and void. The one was as much in the best 
interests of our own beloved land as was the other. 

The first is that landing in Botany Bay, January 18th, 
1788, of a company of people, and about a month later their 
settlement in Sydney Cove. How much they suffered and 
endured before and after the arrival there, the hardships and 
loss entailed. To commence with they were only 1,000 
strong, but they laid the foundation of the great Australian 
Commonwealth yet to be, and to-day we are a nation of 
over 5,000,000 souls scattered over a country 2,400 miles 
long, and 2,000 miles wide. We know them, these our fore- 
fathers — the pioneer settlers of long ago. It was a small 
beginning, but it had in it the elements which go to make 
big things, then see what it is to-day. 

We are, however, this evening more immediately con- 
cerned with the latter one, and, oh, how different in many 
ways is this. I need hardly tell you this other is the Gallipoli 
landing, of April 25th, 1915, better known as Anzac Day, 
in which so many of our brave men took part, and from 



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which numbers of them never returned home. I need not 
wait to speak of what they suffered and endured, of their 
deprivations, dangers, and difficulties ; we have heard of 
them, we have read of them, but I do want to say that then 
was Australia brought before the world — then did she take 
her place amongst the nations. Little known or heard of 
before, now she comes into prominence as a force to be 
reckoned with. She carved her name upon the world in 
letters of blood ; yea, the high and noble courage of her 
men, their heroism, their steadfastness, their endurance, 
thrilled the whole civilised world. Then was Australia in 
reality born, or should I say re-born. We may have varied 
feelings as we think of that Gallipoli campaign. To many 
of us it may be indeed ' The Dardanelles Blunder ' but : — 

Not unto us O Lord to tell Thy purpose in the blast 
When these that towered beyond us fell, and we were 
overpast. 

We cannot tell how goodness springs from the black 

tempest's breath, 
Nor scan the birth of gentle things in these red bursts 

of death. 

We only know from good and great, nothing save good 
can flow, 

That where the cedar crashed so great no crooked tree 
shall grow. 

That from their ruin a taller pride, not for these eyes 
to see, 

May clothe one day the valley-side 
Non Nobie Domine. 

It may have been a crushing defeat, it may have been a 
glorious victory, but however we may view it the day itself 
should stand for evermore as ' Australia's National Day/ 
the ' Red Letter Day ' in our history, a day sacred and 
solemn. That campaign and that day has added glory and 
lustre to Australia, and made our inheritance a greater 
thing than ever before. 

Now it appears to me there are three things required 
of us on this anniversary night, and these three things have 
reference to the three tenses — past, present and future. 
First of all, there must of necessity be ' Commemoration ' — 
that is the real purpose of our gathering. What is the 



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deepest meaning of the word ' Commemorate ' ? It is to 
celebrate by a special or solemn act. Will we kindly take 
note of that. Such being so, we are carrying out our idea 
of commemoration in a fit and proper manner. This 
service is our special and solemn act of celebration. We 
are being reminded of deeds of heroism and gallantry per- 
formed by our men — deeds unparalleled in history. Many 
of those heroes have returned to us again, many of them 
sleep yonder on the slopes of Gallipoli or upon the shores 
of Anzac. There is a lovely stretch of Anzac : — 

There's a lovely stretch of hillocks, there's a beach, 

asleep and drear ; 
There's a battered, broken fort beside the sea. 
There are sunken, trampled graves, and a little rotting 

pier, 

And winding paths that wind unceasingly. 

But that spot will be for evermore sacred to many a 
heart and home, so we commemorate these deeds of the 
living, and also these of our holy and our beloved dead. 

Again, there must be ' Expression.' Expressions of 
thankfulness for peace and victory, for the establishment of 
righteousness, for the triumph of right over might, and the 
Cross over the Crescent. To God be the glory. ' Not unto 
us, oh God, not unto us be the glory ; but unto Thy name 
for ever and ever." We shall not forget to express our 
thankfulness to Almighty God for the many men who have 
returned home after the fight, wearing the garlands of victory 
and the wreaths of honour. We unitedly express our deepest 
sympathy with those for whom this anniversary day is one 
of sorrow and sadness. We sorrow with all such, and seek 
as best we may to help them bear their burdens, and so 
fulfil the law of Christ, but we would also share their joy, 
when they and we remember with a just pride how these, 
their loved ones, nobly striving, nobly fell. 

There must also be the expression of our loyalty to the 
British throne and flag, our united devotion to our most 
gracious sovereign the King, thanking God for the fine 
example and high ideals His Majesty ever keeps before his 
people, and praying that he may be spared for many years 



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to reign over us. Not only, however, must there be com- 
memoration and expression ; there must also be emulation,, 
and that carries us into the future. We shall enter into the 
deepest meaning of ' Anzac,' in so far as we emulate our 
men, and catch a great deal of the spirit which they 
manifested. Our liberty was well-nigh wrested from us at 
the hands of a ruthless and cruel foe, but, thanks to the men 
of Anzac and their comrades, it is ours still under God. 
They safeguarded our liberty yonder upon mountain and in 
valley and upon the high seas. They stood between us and 
thraldom and bondage — that of an outside foe. Is that 
liberty and that dearly-bought freedom, that glorious 
heritage, to be wrested from us by foes inside our gates ? 
Then, if not, let us stand fast in the liberty wherewith Christ 
has made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke 
of bondage. Let our prayer be ' Strengthen, oh God, 
that which Thou hast wrought for us.' Anzac Day stands 
as a testimony to the fact that we are a free people." 




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